Dawning Creations

Watch the flame burn closer.
I watch as it grows more imminent
to scalding my fingers.

The flame is chasing me.
It has been for as long as I could recall.

Watch the flame burn closer to me.
Stand with me.
Embrace the heat,
emanating from my chasing flame.

I could be so bold.
I could blow this flame out on the match.
With one release of air,
blow this miserable flame to sleeping.
I wont.

I couldn’t bear that burden,
when I took notice of her endurance.
She’s only doing what she was created to.
Burn.

Is she aware?
Does she know the chase
amounts to nothing, gets her no place?
Fast.

I take mercy on this flame,
burning, trying to reach the tip of this match mechanically.
Reaching the end of this match, burning me,
and burning away.
She’s gone without ever
being aware she was living.