Find My Fire

Glass fire

Do you hide your fire?

I’ve hidden my fire.

I want you to know that hiding your fire is totally different from not having a fire.

You can immediately sense the difference in those who have their fire and those who have lost it. You can see slow trails of discharged flickerings from an extinguished flame, clouding up their eyes as if the smoke is in mourning from their lost fire.

You’ve seen them; those lifeless smoky eyes on people milling about, moving like zombies among the living. You try your hardest not to touch them, afraid those smoky lost eyes might be contagious.

I remember in my younger days, when my fire was strong. I led with my fire out front for the world to see, and I freely gave of it and allowed others to freely take of it. My fire was in abundance. I was in abundance, but things are totally different now.

Over the years I’ve built a beautiful labyrinth to hide my fire. It’s an assessment, a test of willpower and endurance to be near it. I need to know those who seek my fire are worthy of its presence.

I don’t feel ashamed nor do I feel guilty for hiding it from the unworthy. I have no regret in having shared and maybe even wasted my fire in my youth. In that moment in time, that was me, like in this moment, this is me.

Now I have a picturesque complicated labyrinth, which stretches from as far as the eyes can see to just beneath the horizon. There my labyrinth stands as a testament to time and years I’ve spent. And if you watch closely, not so much with your naked eye, but with a knowing eye, you will see my flame burning high and rich with color for those who wish to see it from a far.

But if you really want to be near it, try my test and enter at your own risk.

 

–Shonda Brock

 

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About shondabrock

I'm a southern in my heart and a northern in my soul. I've had a few bad wines, but for the most part I've enjoyed enough good wines that it makes up for the few bad bottles. I enjoy writing, but more than writing itself, I love telling a good story, taking my reader off on an adventure starting with "What If"…. I'm a sucker for the Paranormal Romance genre. To me, its nice to be released from "What Is Expected" and believe for 250 pages in "What If's". Its like a vacation with out passports, waiting in line and an expensive credit card bill when you return home. Please Enjoy, but more importantly Stay Inspired…
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6 Responses to Find My Fire

  1. harmony77uk says:

    Okay now you have got this stuck in my head…

    what can I say?
    Thanks, I guess…

    Mind you, I do get your point, and, yes, I hide mine as well, only not in a labyrinth 🙂

  2. That’s why we write–because we have soooooooooooo much fire!
    xo Bry
    BrightonHillNaughtyandNice

  3. shondabrock says:

    So true, Bry
    We have to fan off the heat.

  4. Carla Doria says:

    I think you’re still using your fire but in a different way and in more control. When we’re young we have so much energy, but we don’t know how to use it, we do a lot of stuff, but not the good stuff. Now, as we get more mature, we know what is worth of our energy/fire and what is not, we act more wisely. We “save” and use our fire efficiently.
    Great post! Thanks for visiting and following my blog!

  5. shonda brock says:

    Thanks for the reply. And yes! When I was young who knew there was a limit? It seemed like I could run circles around the world if I wanted to and now, I’m like, “Can you repeat that as a question? I need time to consider my options, there’s only 24 hours in a day and I have to sleep for at least 4 of them.”

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