Fiery Faith
I used to dance in the fire,
Reveling in the flames licking my skin
As the staccato crackle set a calypso tempo hard to beat.
But I was never warm,
And I shivered and shook
Much like I imagined all the bystanders did.
They had to be so cold,
And their lives looked so plain.
But I was there alone in the center.
Blood boiled,
Body broke,
As my brain changed.
My foot perched on a blistering coal,
And I spun one last weary, dry camel,
Then I set my eyes outside the fire.
Inhaling the last glorious breath of scalding steam,
I turned my burning heart toward the distant ice people,
And I made one final leap of faith.
In response to a meme that came across my Facebook feed. Jm Storm: “they watched as she danced in the flames and they wondered why she wasn’t burnt / and she would glance at them and ponder how they coped with the cold”
