A Guiding Flame
By: S.D. Ru
I am a torch. Scratch that. I am the torch. I glow like the moon on a clear December night. My flame can be easily blown and guided toward one direction or the other. I can be controlled, but in a split second, I can scorch your world. I attract people like moths to a light. They come to me because I can lead the way. They’re attracted to me because I give off a feeling of safety and warmth. Sometimes I can be extinguished with one small wisp of wind. Yet, at the right time, it can make me stronger than I ever was before. Anyone can take total control over me, if I let them. I can be forced to follow a trail of fuel, or find my own fuel to keep me going. When I train my fire to become stronger, I feel like I’m glowing brighter than anything in the world, that nothing can put me out. Sadly, that is never the case. I build up my flames by adding fuel to keep me going, training to become fiercer. Sometimes I do this for my own benefit, other times just because I was made fun of for such weak flames. I was told my flames don’t outstretch far enough, I have a weird color, weird shape, that I will never because I’ll never become as “perfect” or “cool” as they are. Honestly, I’d rather stay warm and inviting than cool and intimidating. Maybe I’m not all that proud of the flame that I am, but I should be, because sooner or later, my time will burn out. No flame is eternal. By using the right fuels, I will most definitely enlarge in stature and heat. By using wrong fuels, I can’t become stronger, I won’t last as long. As long as I become stronger myself, the lost can find me better, and I can guide them. By exercising my kindness, I will become stronger in general, and know more about the other flames. One day, I wish every flame will be treated equally. Maybe a perfect world is too much, but let’s at least get all those b***** and d**** to maybe think about what they’re doing, instead of quenching their own thirst for power.
My emotions are controlled by my self-esteem, my self-esteem is controlled by who’s around me, and whoever is around me is controlled by________. That’s the problem. I never know when or where I’ll find trouble. Never know when or where to be ready to be “attacked.” I’ll never know when my flame ends, never know when I’ll go up in smoke, and become one with the sky. One single change to usual patterns can cause a chain reaction of explosions, all taking place in one split second, sweeping across the area. But all of this can change, if I just don’t take anything to heart. Do nothing to cause havoc, say nothing to cause havoc. My body will never be out of shape unless I let it. I make myself, I bully myself, and I help myself.