light the fire;
draw yourself near;
is it,
the doorway to hell
or the voice of God;
my heart is on fire,
i release it to you
enter the light,
do not be confused,
yes i cry
it is not enough though,
to burn with a scar;
it is also the ice breaking,
it seethes as it melts;
upon your skin,
rivers of new life,
awakening you;
but look again,
it is blinding you,
blinding you to your past,
to your pain,
it is there no more;
a beautiful story,
of fire, ice and light;
no longer orphaned,
but instead reborn,
in the light that you choose;
of love,
of life,
of me,
of him,
of you