The Nearby Fire

It was then I entered
The moment I couldn’t
See myself
Leaving

I had thrown myself
Into the nearby fire
Along with my shoes
And my expectations on life
As it should be

Some things are born to burn
Just as beauty
Sometimes singes
The skin

So in the crackle of
The nearby fire
Is a call to die
to what is dead
And a hope to live
Anew