Brialee Turner

I wonder,
Is there something wrong with me,
That I don’t feel a fire the same way that you do.

It’s in my veins and so
Even when it’s safe and hopeful,
I wonder if instead of flying I will be consumed by flames.

I want to feel the heat,
The warmth,
The bubbling volcano.

And yet,
I can’t grasp the flickering light.

You are perfect,
Why does my brain
Pull the reins on my heart?