The Fire

All this time, I have thought
it was the flames that kept me alive.
I always thought life was based
on how often I felt the burn.
But fire’s die and the light fades.
It wasn’t the fire!
It was love;
Love for myself, and His love for me.
Why won’t the feeling begin?
Because it is still lost deep beneath
my priorities.
Like the fire, my memory faded.
God never disappeared.
I faded into the world