There is a fire raging inside
A heartburn beyond words
Aching in every corner
Burning from the inside out
An angry furnace
Quaking, swelling, under tremendous force
A rotting stillness disturbed
Loss of quietness
This secret… may erupt
I felt every piece and particle
Burning my flesh
Harming my insides
Stealing my blood
Each layer of ash revealing deeper wounds, flames eroding deeply into my skewered being as the raging current of water to the Grand Canyon, and of my being, exposing and revealing all of my layers..all of my burnt layers.
Every cell, every breath, affected what was once burning desire to live, replaced with desire to no longer be burned.
There is no home in the heat. No comfort to be found.
The more I seek relief the brighter it burns.
All of my wants, the things I felt I should have or needed, to the flames.
My heart and all the hope it had, to the flames.
My desires, my dreams, my denials and delusions, all consumed by the flames without prejudice.
To live in the fire is not life at all. But what I’ve come to know.
My inner fire can forge iron, what’s outside less severe.
Navigating loops and jumping through my control hoops making full circles, counting rings on fallen old dead trees in burnt ashen fields. And where did the fire begin?
If not by me and from another tree I can’t blame them for burning as I too have found that I am quite combustible you see.
My body, a makeshift hearth, transforming life into death and into life again, all inside of me.
My skin is burning and feels like it might explode. There is no safety, nothing left untouched.
Nothing, mine but this.
Reaching critical mass. What is left to burn.
Where is this light coming from…?
Thank you for burning it all out of me!
Starting Anew! 