As the fire burns hot,
So too do I.
See how it reaches outward,
For the dry grass that encircles its enclosure.
With a single-minded purpose,
It gasps for breath,
And stretches long fingers of flame,
both visible and invisible,
To break free of the boundaries we devise for it.
In this way, we differ.
For the boundaries that constrain me,
Are born of myself.
Though desiring to roar,
I permit myself only a whisper.
Oh, to be like the fire,
Purpose defined,
Will unwavering,
Body submissive.
I rise from my rest,
And take up another log,
Committing it to the flames.
“Another. For my sake.”
The fire eagerly encircles it,
And crackles in thanks.