The Flame Within

I could not help but notice the flame burning within him.
Ferocious and destructive, uncontrollable in the way it scorched and burnt the very fabric of the man he was meant to be.
I looked long and hard but I never once saw it extinguished, always burning with the potential to be fanned into a roaring cauldron at any moment.
 
I see there is a flame burning in you.
The passion within that drives and motivates to accomplish great achievements.
The flame that others admire, flickering and making beautiful impressions on the landscape around, touching the lives of those that are lucky enough to feel it’s warmth.

I changed my focus looking back at the man, tears formed in my eyes and fell to the ground as I watched.
The dignity in the way he accepted the flame was enchanting.
For it is part of him, the very essence of his existence. 
When for a moment he denies the flames reality it roars into life, with a wildness that flaunts its destructiveness.
 
I have finally accepted the flame in me.
That although the same burns differently to the flame in you
I’ve accepted the flame won’t stop burning.
It’s futile for me to keep on yearning for it to be extinguished.
For the flame is the very essence of who I am, forever a refining fire. 

It’s time to live again.