éteindre le feu

i was unaware that my thought lines were keeping me in needless captivity. i was seated at the fire, enjoying the shadows playing on the walls, but i refused to go outside to see the real thing.

and then my fire was doused and stronger hands than mine forced me to go into the light.

it burns, ah how it burns!

but even through the tears blurring my vision, perhaps i see that to be in the light is ever more satisfying than to be in the dark. perhaps i see that whereas i thought i was doing what was good, to feel the sun on my skin is more good.