Lit Up

Composed for the image prompt shared by Ariadne Pautina :D

One would think
I'm the one 
that stepped 
off and out
of the madness...

The one who saved the rest 
from burning out,
lest the flames
use up all the mettle
that resides within their forms.

But I encompass all...
the burnt,
the saved,
the one that broke the chain,
after all.

Fire doesn't scare the ones 
who have lived with it, 
embers subdued inside, 
Silent smoke dispersing 
Its stink in swirls.

Igniting,
Destroying,
Warming up
the hearth,
defying the destined line

Which started 
the plight 
of the shapeless, 
meaningless, burnt out
whirl that we call life.

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This poem was composed for the image prompt shared by Ariadne Pautina through her note below: