Sometimes
I am consumed by a fire
a fire so fierce
scorching me completely
and yet, invisible to the eye
smothering me in it's wake
blazing out all good sense
Trampling and killing my spirit
And as I wait for it to die down
I look at the orange embers
and all the ash left behind
I recollect it all as always
To rise again, courage I must find
© Reema_arora