Hope through fire

Red hot rage

burning fiercely in the soul

consuming all thought

of cooling calm.

Then, a touch.

A hope, a lessening of the fire.

Alas!

The hand retreats, scorched by my fire;

hope is dashed.

Life goes on

seen through the fire.

It comes again,

the touch.

Thought gone, but come again.

A desperate hand holds on.

"Never let go."