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.