05/29/2022
I made this page a while ago; with the intention of sharing words I feel should be shared- you know, the ones you know Undoubtedly might help someone else when they struggle or get stuck in their own dark corners.
I often find myself stuck in that place myself- cause life can be beautiful, but life can be heavy too. Usually both at once amd isn’t that a f**k around on the soul sometimes?
So I’ve decided I’m going to start writing a little more honestly. I’m going to start sharing my poetry. Because I think it’s going to help me if I share more than just leaving it in a book somewhere on my closet floor.
Words are powerful and I just want to share mine. These are my feelings, and I’m going to be brave and start sharing.
Please no judegement and if I strike a cord with someone who thinks it would be nice to just talk to someone else who might get the feeling- let’s speak.
More often than not; helping you is also helping me.
So I’m gonna take a deep breath and put this down. I wrote this not too long ago;
I hope it helps someone.
🦋
She was made to walk through fire. Hell- she used to live in those hot coals that turned water to steam simply because it wasn’t ready to stop smouldering in her ashes.
She walked through fire. And here she is.
She walked through fire. She raised hell, and baby; did she ever let it burn.
That forest of hers; it burned for years and nobody could ever stop it.
Steam would be made of every single attempt to do so.
With the kind of intensity that would reignite with each gulp of air she got the chance to come back up for.
She is quiet, mesmerizing, crackling and snapping as she roars on.
They fought her diligently with every intention of putting her out.
When they finally thought they’d controlled the raging inferno- it was only because she let them believe- this time it wasn’t steam. She let them think they slayed the beast; because she was sad in their dismay. They were trying so hard.
When it was all over, she was still screaming; alone and now drenched in the dark depths of the wilderness, with burns stinging like salt on a wound as they packed up and moved on.
They all just thought the forest was growing again... no longer a threat.
After years. Her fire was still burning. It is burning. Inside. It’s raging. It’s certainly blazing. It’s her only friend.
One day she let it get away from her.
All consuming. Hot. Brutalizing as it pealed back layer after layer of flesh and soul.
Then the day came. She thought; “what about my dismay?”
She had dimmed and bent and fizzled out- ALL FOR THEIR COMFORT!
Needless to say; she gave up on asking for help. She knew she wasn’t meant to be watered down in the middle of the dark and silence.
She always kept her flame. She needed light after all... she died down so they could stress less...
She realized; she was meant to burn, to light the way, to warm cold minds and ignite long forgotten embers.
As she waited quietly and patiently for them to come back and give her a safer alternative to live amongst them- she thought she hadn’t been forgotten.
Until she realized that she was...
She waited another eternity, patiently ignoring her thoughts of abandonment and loss.
After enough time had passed....
When they weren’t willing to give back what they had asked of her..... she decided.
They were going to walk through fire 🔥
