Church Fire

Warmth within orange flames, lighting darkness. With that power comes danger. You hurt my mother, changed her... inside and out. Her confidence gone replaced with anger and hurt. You have left your mark with scars. Do you need more? That selfish pride of fire needed more than weeks in agony. Years of regret physical wounds did not satisfy her. Her mind changed. Her poise, smile, outlook, all altered. My fear of you has grown. Fireplaces no longer friendly. Unlit candles, gifts unused. When will you strike again? Not on me. I cannot lose what you took from her.