It all started with a spark;
just a glow, a hint, a temptation and desire.
I was drawn to it like a moth
and approaching, I saw a flame.
I knew to play with fire was dangerous,
perhaps even insane.
But I proceeded nonetheless,
wanting to play its’ game.

I was bold in my advances,
thinking I had the upper hand.
But once surrounded on all sides,
I realized I was in unfamiliar land.
Yet on I continued to dance with the blaze,
as it nearly engulfed me.
With nothing of myself left to see,
I was close to submitting entirely,
thinking I’d never be free.

But instead of perishing in the
wild pyre meant to kill me,
I grew stronger, began to fight, and
embodied elements of that flame.
Burning, I rose above the deathly fire,
stronger than before, somehow
deserving a new name.
Having harnessed that inferno,
I’m fueled to ensure
my life’s not in vain.
© Buffy Lee