Burning love of your home

Just as fire can warm or consume, so can love, when it burns with cruelty it leaves behind ashes where safety once stood, when the fire is one you cannot put out, you learn to dance in it and get burned in the process, but dancing in pain is still pain, it doesn't matter how you put it, the warmth of what used to be a lovely safe home is now ablazed and full of dreams that have now burned and added to the fierce flames, the heavy weight of abuse is something most kids mature with, once they have there own children some of those same "kids" end up the same as their parents, they end up setting their own home ablaze, reliving a childhood memory that is trauma to be replayed, a scene in a show you can't skip, the same feeling of warmth, watching your kids dance in the flames the same as you once did, and the flames being the only light in the house, when you grow up in a burning house you think the whole world is on fire, tho the fire may be warm, love should not burn ❤