Red Hot

Red hot she burned, the fire had learned her own way,

Patiently watching a doubt parade,

water would out her and then she would wade.

Deep in the places full of forest fade, she looked and she stayed.

Unafraid.

There was a place that she knew of, a place that she had been.

Outside where she grew up, a place was placed within.

Like some where that lay beneath her, a staid in deepest din,

a fire was found frequent, surrounded by er kin,

nothing low and not a secret, and the place was painted prim,

full release, not a regret,

though we broken, we can brim.