I’m not ablaze?

Every step had been agonizing

painful, dramatic

I was dying;

with out realizing.

That was the pavement

moments ago.

I can still see the

scorched marks where

my feet rested

in between

steps, trying

to extinguish flames

before returning

instantly into

the inferno.

NOW

Every step is improving.

The leather on

my boots is

flame retardant.

The air is cloudless

and doesn’t

ruminate

of my burning soles.

My focus is shifting.

What is the world when

I’m not ablaze?