Fire

Just heat at first, then sparks and spread. It feeds a ravenous appetite which grows and grows as it consumes more and more, sometimes leaping in its hot dance high into the wind that carries and plants it on everything someone holds dear.

If it should land on me I would ask it to burn away the fear and fatigue that burdens me as I search for the woman I was before the fire of an incurable, degenerative neurological disorder began to burn my brain cells, just heat at first, then sparks and spreads. My spirit quietly watching and waiting...feeling the heat.

— Anonymous