Prometheus' Gift

Fire found me
at the age of six,
long before others
felt its warmth.
I was comforted by the glow
of the embers, but unable
to put into words what
burned inside me,
but I kept my distance.

In adolesence I lost my precaution
as I felt drawn to the flame
like a moth.
But the fire burned in others as well.
I reached too far,
and I got burned,
the callouses still remaining today.

Even now the heat and radiance
still guides my hand,
and I can't overcome the urge
to test my limits of pain,
so I may conquer the fire
before it consumes me,
leaving me a pile of smoldering ash
to be swept up in the wind.