By: Wendy Shywalker

Fire, it burnt my life to ashes, and burned so hot that it turned my heart
to glass.
Glass which shattered into shards of memories.
Memories, of so many pieces, that they became unrecognisable as me.
The fires burn deep inside me now, so as I kneel beside your grave,
it sets light to my soul.
I will avenge you father, I will become the fire that destroyed us,
and will consume all our enemies.
I will be the flame of their destruction.
Our enemies were long gone from a child's reach.
My fire now found its focus, on my new surroundings,
and the existence that had been forced on me by Ping Hai.
My fire was, my warmth, my heat and my passion.
It ignited my nights and days, my dreams and nightmares.
No one could ever tame it, not even me.
But when I found you again father, I saw in you a flame,
but it was a candle flame.
A flame that would guide me to light, if I followed.
Your gentle glow became my focus, it was a flame that
didn't rage out of control as mine had done.
I do not want to end up, incinerated, with all that is left, ashes.
Ashes, that a breeze blows and dissipates, so that nothing remains.
So I am trying father, to quell this burning fire in me.
To make myself a candle flame like you.