Fires of Life

This is my first post. I have written other things too, but this is the first I have ever published. I hope you like it.

Born to a life unwilling to live, the harsh torment of the world comes crashing down. To the world, this insignificant life is like an ember to a bonfire. It can spread and burn out, or it can light that around them. Its heat and life can spread from him to others, it can give life and hope to those who take it. Their path in life can be great or they can be like the rest and be extinguished like the passing of the sun across the sky.

But for the fire, its enemy, the water, it can rain down on it and have an eternal battle. It may be weakened, and flicker, but the strong will live and thrive. It may threaten the surroundings, but the fire will heat the water and burn anew. With the uncontrolled fire, the unwilling can run and flee, but those who are foolish will fight.

But unless, all unite as a great force stand firm, the fire will spread and burn until all is burnt down. With the unruly force of untapped power, the only combat is with itself. Those who appose it can grow and fight, but not as it self but as its enemy. If the enemy grows and burns out what lives, but only so that the enemy can not thrive, it will burn itself out. But the enemy must be aware, for if burned too little, the fire will jump and it would have been given the gift of life from its rival. For the only stop to death is to stop all that lives. For if there is nothing that lives, there is nothing that can die, and then there will be peace.