Poem to "Playing with Fire"

I wrote this poem last year, long before my paranormal romance novel "Playing with Fire" was born. Yesterday, I realized how well it fits the theme of the story, but in the use of 'hot' and 'cold' metaphors / similes matching Felicia (Fire) and Joshua (Ice) and in wanting self-realization.

Let me be myself

I don’t want to be
The sun that brightly burns, mercilessly illuminates and scorches
Instead let me be
The moon that lights the night gently like a million helpful torches
I don’t want to be
The fire whose passionate flames know never when it is enough
Instead let me be
The water that nourishes, engulfs and selflessly showers with love
I don’t want to be
The city that busily churns, ever expands and shamelessly sprawls
Instead let me be
The forest in which a soft green carpet of soothing silence falls
I don’t want to be
The lion that in fierce lonely majesty rules above others
Instead let me be
The lamb that wisely sees everyone as unequal brothers
I don’t want to be
The flower whose beauty and intoxicating scent charm all
Instead let me be
The tree that firmly rooted in the ground calmly stands tall
I don’t want to be
The bird that flashes fluorescent feathers and splendidly rises
Instead let me be
The fish that beneath the surface comes in all shapes and sizes
I don’t want to be
The star of the show that is everybody’s darling and invincible
Instead let me be
My own self that is human and so in a unique way irresistible

Ice & Fire