Author: ForeverSunshine80083 PM
A poem for those who think that maybe some fears are conquerable.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Drama - Words: 109 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 02-28-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3104804
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I watched as the fire popped and cracked, almost as if it were laughing at me. Mocking me for my weakness; my fear. Everyone feared fire. Even the people who claimed they didn't. But there is no way to get rid of that fear. It comes with birth. It's something everyone is born with.
But not me. The fire cackles and I laugh with it. My hands are scarred from my deadly love. For I am the catcher. I catch the fire fairies that fly from the flames and I hold them, letting them burn my hands. But I don't care. I love it.
See the lie?