The phoenix incinerates with its touch not out of malice but because it is born from its ashes to keep the fire burning. We all are born with the ability but are ignorant of the fire within. Be dazzled, dazed like the fireflies but remember that we are born to spread the light and not burn in it.
I center aligned the text of this thought and see that it has taken the shape of an urn as if saying, “Hold the Light!”

Too plain to be
a butterfly,
she burned
in his presence
like a moth in light.
Dazzled by the spark,
warm and bright!
Happily burning
not realizing,
she was the
Firefly.