I wonder who would win...
Fire or ice?
Both flare out with unseen anger,
both burn.
Both of their pained selves cry out to each other
but only fire spits furiously,
while ice prefers to stay calm.
Their lives are so broken
that they'd never call for help
to the wood and snow.
They'd never destroy their pride,
even if ice claims to have none.
They'd never give up
even when the fire rages so terribly,
but they'd give up on themselves.
Part of me wishes
that the fire would sizzle away
and that the ice would melt
but how would that happen?
They'd fight for eternity
until
the fire would be sliced away
with the sun hissing at the ice.
I think they'd both lose,
putting out
the yellow lights
and the fireflies
leaving the brightness alone
until
only you, the sky,
would remain.
