It is often that I must remind myself that I am fire and wrath-
and not papery thin, a wafer, afloat.
I am solid.
I am here
and I can breathe flames if I want to.
The wind will not just blow me away.
I cannot crumble-
I am not a cliff or a rickety bridge.
I am steel. Or maybe brimstone even.
You cannot burn me.