Holder of a Flame
I burn, she steadies;
my wild flame finds home
in the shelter of her love.
I am the keeper of a flame,
tender of a gentle heat
that flares to conflagration—
burning, hurting,
so fierce I hide it:
doors barred,
windows shut,
the flue sealed tight
to starve the fire.
Yet I can never
extinguish it.
It is too precious to me.
And so the cycle turns:
fear and exhaustion,
retreat into silence.
Until—
into my life
came a hearth:
steady, strong,
built of fireproof love.
A home of beauty,
a welcome shelter
that guards me
from myself,
and from the world.
The hearth asks little—
only that I give my warmth.
She bears the rest.
At last:
a port against the winds,
a refuge from the tempest
that raged in me
for a lifetime.
And I—
I can never
go back
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