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?