The children are on fire. The children are on fire, the children are on fire!
They provoke it to grow more passionate,
and they prod at it to prove their power.
They press for their existence by asking why the flame flickers
or spreads or combusts or dwindles down to a mere memory of the past…
“How far can the red line be drawn?” we ask
as the child inside holds our crayons against the edge daring ourselves to burn further.
We are on fire!
with a redness boiling inside of us to behold our bodies to stand with integrity,
to be rooted by energy, and to fully feel the passion in love and rage.
We are on fire!
The redness illuminates our cores like the light of a lightning bug showing us the way
to belonging.
We are on fire!
Redness bleeds from our spines like lava leading us to the vitality of the ground
which is our animal home where nourishment is in the core.
With volcanic confidence
the children
climb trees,
dig holes,
and play on the ground
wildly
like fire.
So the redness is young,
and like a flame,
can always be reignited.
Sophia Elizabeth Cox, USA
Feisty!