I touch the Fire and it freezes me, I look into it and it’s black. Why Can’t I feel? My skin should crack and peel…..I want the fire back
The paint fumes reside heavily in my nostrils and all of a sudden I’m 19 again standing in an empty freshly painted townhouse in an extremely underprivileged suburb that I was helping turn into a new community centre to help the residents with their health needs, study needs, housing needs and general well being.
I was a uni student on my first placement…I was going to make a difference, I was going to change the world, I was going to be the change you see in the world all wrapped up in my 19 year old ideals and rose coloured glasses.
I was full of fire and passion and optimism and somewhere along the way the flame burned right down to barely a spark in a hearth. The girl who outwardly challenged peoples views on politics and womens rights and abortions and was well versed and well read on human rights and empowerment became the woman who only reads the paper for the entertainment section.
I was/am complacent, still working in a role where I help people overcome their personal barriers but complacent about being the change I wanted to see, pfft I couldn’t see anything, I was blind and totally ignorant about the blindness until a reporter dared to question the sexuality of the Prime Ministers main man and then it was like someone poured kerosene and whoosh the flame came back.
I have spent so much time working on my health and my weight and now it’s time to feed my soul, to find what will keep the flame alight and pour myself into it whatever that may be.
Linking up with Jess Because IBOT…….what’s the change you want to see or be in the world?
P.p.s Bonus points for anyone who recognised the song lyrics from Buffy the Musical Episode xx