When I saw this prompt all I could think of was this quote
I like the beginning of things.
I'm not a slow starter so I put my back into most things when I start.
I'm the self starter that smoulders like coal.
I tell myself , you do not want flames, smouldering is better, the residue is more solid.
Then I kick in, and start stoking the fire.
Some olive branches of affection serve as tinder.
My best behavior as oxygen.
Then flames. Bright. High. Hot
In this moment, I am all of a sudden disinterested in this fire.
And flames change to blue.
They say the flame that burns twice as bright burns out in half the time.
They never lied.
Sometimes, I see embers and last minute I try to revive the fire.
But every time,
Every time, all that is left , is a pile of ash.
And what else is left to do with ash, than to rise like a phoenix?
You tell me.