Fire is an element that represents many things to many different people. To me, it has a symbol of purification. This is because when I looked into the fire, I saw the future ahead of me and the past was left behind.
The Significance of the Fire
There needs to be a bit more explanation than that I suppose. In life, there are people who come into your life and cause only a ripple in the large tangle of life’s experience. Then there are those that are destined to leave a deep emotional crater, that you are destined to carry in your life. How much and how long you carry it is up to you.
I started the fire for purification purposes. It needed to be done, a weeding out of cluttered possessions that served no purpose other than to remind me of things that were gone. As long as I held these things, there was the hope in the back of my mind that they would somehow summon those ghosts from the deathly slumber of their existence. It was time for a funeral, it was time for purification.
A Picture is Worth…………….
The pyre I started was solely for me to observe and as the preparatory flames burned I said a silent goodbye and started to cleanse my existence of those memories. It was the pictures that went first. Each happy moment of fake smiles and skin deep beauty were at first singed and then ever so slowly erased from existence. As they went all of the lies, jealousy and foolishness went with them. Watching them go one by one was fascinating. Playing back entire years of events. Then wiping them and their cursed impact away. As the last fake image of yesterday disappeared into the either, candy swirled emotions of relief and fear engulfed me.
Possessions Mean Little to Me
Then it was time for the things. Things that at one time held a vat of feelings and memories of special moments that will never be lived again. Knowing that there was a beauty in the world was great, but knowing that beauty can cut you deep and leave you with nothing but scars and disappointment. Onto the fire went the every single thing that had ever been given or held any attachment whatsoever. Some of them burned well and caused the fire to burn ever higher. Some did not, there was a bottle from a special occasion, that only the label disappeared in the wall of flame.
Your Words Showed Their Value
Last and not least were the words. Words are empty when the emotions that once supported them. Now they are like the crack of a whip every time you read them and realize that they are no more. Let them go, place them in the fire. Read one final time and destroyed forever. That is the way of relationships that are born in the fire. They are often ended by the fire. How else could it possibly be?
The cleansing was over, the end had come. The fire went out, the past was gone with its last searing growing ember. Never to be mentioned again in conversation, but the scars remain, not only from the past but from the first moment I looked into the fire.
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Fire and Emotions
