Killing the Fire

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How do you put out a fire without water?

Without dirt to bury the flames?

It’s too hot to contain in your hands,

So hot you feel you’re already burned.

All you want is to be rid of it forever.

But whenever you get close, it scorches your soul.

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If you turn away, memories of the heat are inescapable,

You find yourself drawing close once more.

Always, there is a strange hope that perhaps this time the flames won’t burn,

Maybe comforting embers will warm you instead.

But the sparks still fly and the smoke stings your eyes.

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There’s only one way to put out a fire like this.

Time.

Smother the glow with hours and months and years.

Then one day you’ll look back at that corner of your heart that used to be ablaze, and only see darkness.

The cool, calm darkness that accompanies peace.