Acrylic and Ink on Paper
Fire – it shaped me on my knees. Words can’t describe how the burning feels.
At times you want to despair and yell, feeling as if under a dark, evil spell.
But once the blaze has died down, you see what is left all around,
you realize, the Gods wish you well, nothing was in vain, you can tell.
For what remains is yourself, only pure – and the true reason for your enchanting allure.
© tamara kolb