Letting Go


The fire licks at my hips

Climbing higher, burning hotter

The pedestal you set me on

Constructed of kindling

Set aflame by your imagination

By your fury

At unmet demands

Of submission and compliance

Broken by a simple, no more

Never seeing me, hearing me

Begging for simple things

Setting me on a pedestal

Of your expectations

Only to light the hottest fire

Burning to cinders, the me

Of reality, of tarnished wings

Of nightmares, of monsters

Of need and fears

The fire engulfs my heart

You lit your history under my feet

Forgetting I am not them

Your fire of fury has freed me

Unfurled and bound no more

Impossible to stand upon a pedestal

Of kindling and demands



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