(and the Floor is Lava)

There are fires
the kind that set your heart alight that
lift you across the bridges of the impossible and
bring you so close to the sun that you two are
indistinguishable

You live for this fire

But there are others
the kind
that rage across your blistering skin and
turn to ash all that which you had so
carefully
tended inside of it

You do not die by this fire

But oh,
some days it is hard to believe it.