For Those Who Have Passed Through The Fire... Poem by royness ( ' ' )

Wisps of smoke permeate the air,
sparks fly like fireflies –
the fire rises from nowhere –

The tourists suspect some trick –
such things are impossible.
They ask him to show his scars -

And you say you feel no pain?

Such questions amuse him.
He who has passed through the fire
does not burn his foot on coals –

He stands at the edge of the flames.

I have no scars to show.

You have not passed through the fire –
You do not, you cannot know.