Has the fire died in me?

I ask, looking at the mirror

The mirror answered

Look again dear,

Perhaps you have missed

The simmering coal in your gaze

Like molten magma…

Perhaps tears you cried

haven’t dried as yet

Misting the view.

Am just a mirror dear

A reflection at best

But even a  mirror cannot miss

The smoldering eyes of passion

The demeanor that speaks

Of resilience no matter

The ravages of time.

Yet the warrior in you  burning bright.

The scars etched on your face

Are a testament of times

Of standing tall in adversity

As the storms passed by.

You ask, “Is the fire in you gone “

I say, I see them in all of you …

In your face and stance.

In all of your body, spirit and soul.

Speaking with all of you.

The fight is not over

As the day is not done.

I saw this line ‘the fire has died ‘ and I was inspired  to write this poem.

Your thoughts are welcome .

Savvy Raj