Fire

The fire within that wants to grow,
consuming everything that she comes in contact with.
Merciless, ever hungry, craving to be fed,
'Feed me or I'll consume you!' she warns,
and all fear for her wrath is such.
All I do is feed this fire,
The more I feed, the more she wants,
beyond hunger, addicted it seems,
And I, its slave, carrying out every order passed,
for the fear of her wrath.
Swaying at the slightest wind, directionless, aimless,
timid and tiny for now may be, but beware,
she can pick up the most useless and worthless of things and burn,
burn until she spreads, to the entire forest, till the dawn of doom.
and I burn with it, every single time.
How do I escape her? I know not.