Just A Dream?

I want to scream, yell, shout,
Something, anything, to get me back.
I strike a match,
And throw it on a pile,
A pile of my past,
I stand back,
Watching as everything from my past burns,
Up in flames,
It is warm on my face,
I can’t stop,
Stop looking at the fire,
I step closer,
I want to touch it,
Touch the fire,
I reach my fingers out,
I feel them melting,
I see them,
I pull back, what am I doing?
I can’t do this, but I did, and I do want to,
My fingers are burning, they hurt,
I wake up,
My fingers are tingling, I look down,
They are intact, they are fine,
But am i?

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