It is not something we can define
until we are standing knee deep in the mire
With a fire that so encapsulates us
One that burns through the softness and acceptance
of a surrender we had become disciplined to befriend.
It is something that can consume us
In its righteousness
When not respected for what its lessons can bring.
It can alter your world if you allow it or
show you compassion as you endure it.
The way you carry it becomes your choice.
Hollow in form when in the darkness
yet filled with such renewal of creation
When held in the light.
Such a delicate balance
weaved between enemy and friend.
Your emotion.
Part of your nature.
Respect its boundaries
And let that fire burn so it rebirths
Yet not destroys the very life you live.