flames

I watched it, as the flames began to flicker. It seemed such a unique thing, this tiny light beginning from nowhere. As if fire itself was something new and amazing to me. As the weeks went by, the flame grew and grew - to the size of a wood stove fire. Beautiful, lots of warmth and energy. And then, it caught the corner of a curtain. Licked it, just enough to make the flames jump and create a bigger flame. Before I knew it, the house was on fire. I stood there, watching it devour everything I knew, everything I held dear. My whole persona, gone... eaten up by the flames. And then, the inevitable. I am now watching it die out, watching the last flames flicker in the light. Mostly rubbish now, a big heaping mass of a burnt up life. I want to capture one of the remaining flames, nurture it and keep it safe. Watch it grow into a pleasant, warming, beautiful glow once more. The problem is, I don't think I can. I don't think that after this - I don't think I much like working with fire anymore.