FIRE CHILD

You think you know me, but you don't
Inside this body 
Lies the blackened ash
Of what iused to be a beautiful and innocent child
With dreams that soared with the eagles
And hopes higher than the mountains
All that is left now
Are the charred remnants,
The scorched pieces,
The dark memories,
The friendless carcass of what was once a happy
girl
Until one rainy night she was badly burned
By the touch of a raging fire in pursuit of love
and power
She went knocking door to door
In search of love, in search of water
In search of support and bandages to cover up her
scars
She is ugly and many people turn away from her,
Ignore her- repulsed by the sight
They do not understand her or her many wounds
Some days the fire rages on inside of her, 
But still, she clings tenaciously to life
For it is pratcically all she has left
You think you know me, but you don't-
For I am the child of the fire.

by RAK ©