Certainly the Fire

There are fires    
and there is uncertainty;  
that corrals the uncertain.  
Panic that scatters them.  
I sit here and burn.  
 
Having lost what I have  
and taken from every loss a lesson.  
I find that my searing flesh  
is bearable.  
I take from this heat  
severed nerve endings  
severed reminders  
and turned  
every burn and every scar.  
 
Lessons, hard ones.  
That rarely, if ever  
come cheap.  
If I were to detach,  
turn away and burn endlessly in anger.  
My pride and honour, this two headed beast  
would have me burn for an eternity.  
 
Through my bloodline  
the fires have cleansed.  
They've taken  
claim to lives also.  
I'll take my cut  
to the front  
and leave the rest in the fire.

And when this comes to its end. I'll see you burn.