Burning Wounds Closed
From the last step to the first, every move is a chance.
We are but shuttles of stardust, carrying our life
in a fragile container as we search for our destined plan.
Sometimes two bodies built of ancient carbon colide
and a spark shoots off to the far far horizon.
This reaction is intensely bright and it is a precursor
for the fire that is sure to quickly follow.
On one particular flip of coin, we decide to feed the fire,
step inside and marvel at how it burns so.
Is it odd to think that our choice has been no more made
even after we see the best ways it can burn?
Instead, we are forced at near cosmic gunpoint
to reach over, pick up and flip that same coin again,
if we are not brave enough to face our attacker
and place it face down on the fire before us.
Those of us who take charge in this fasion instead
toss up the chance of being shot in cold blood.
Often we then try desperately to burn brighter than ever
in order to cauderize the wounds closed.
But in the fire we do not care about such scars.
Only that we are able to continue feeding it,
despite all possible fears, risks, and chances
some of us will risk all and throw everything in
even as the other tries to drown the flames with water.
Sometimes it is hard to remember that we can burn
and it is in those times that we should think of the fire.
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