The light is warm, inviting
My feet falter, hoping, considering
Is this light kind?
Is it faithful?
Is it just?
I ponder these questions as I take a step
Wondering if it will burn me whole
If it will scar, or if it will heal
Will I be warm, too?
My skin is hot, blistering
What if I change my mind?
I step back
Cold
Step again
Shivering
Two bounds forward
I am thawed
If the light is cruel, too hot for I, why am I tepid?
I throw myself, face to the fire, feet to the frigid
There is no other side for I
Only warm, blinding, blistering light
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