Burning House
Saw a house in flames. So I ran in, dressed for rescue, hands full of good intentions. I thought courage was enough. I thought preparation was enough. But what is saving, if the soul inside does not want to be saved? I burned myself trying to save a burning house. Now I wonder was it ever mine to carry? Was there ever a fire, or only smoke I imagined? Was this the right armor, or was I fighting the wrong kind of danger? Was it not enough? Or was I not enough?