Sometimes I’m fire –

all molten heat and passion.

I can’t escape the burning.

Sometimes I’m  cotton –

soft and tender –

no rough edges.

Sometimes I’m steel –

tough as nails –

don’t mess with me.

Sometimes I’m silk –

smooth, gentle,

soothing to touch.

Sometimes I’m laughter –

clear, bright –

ringing through the air.

Sometimes I’m rain –

tears cut like razors –

washing hurt from my soul.

Sometimes I’m inside –

introspective, searching –

reflecting on life.

Sometimes I’m outside –

gregarious, outgoing –

socializing with all.

Sometimes I’m a mirror –

reflecting, parroting –

echoing all that I see.

Sometimes I’m knowledge –

curious, striving –

educating everyone.

But, seldom am I ice –

cold, hard, and

unyielding to the touch.

I have too much fire for that.