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
14-March-2016
QBG_Tilted Tiara 
Between this and another fellow blogger…I was able to begin letting go. Thank you. 😌
Isn’t it a strange and wonderful world we travel through? I also always seem to find exactly what I need, when I need it.
Reblogged. Beautiful and moving. 💜☺️
Thank you. Hard to write, but necessary.
**Burning to cinders, the me
Of reality, of tarnished wings
Of nightmares, of monsters
Of need and fears**
I. feel. every. word. xxxx
Me too.
XXX ❤
Who wants to be on a pedestal anyway?
Who indeed?
I thought the same as Frank, very passionately and forcibly written
Thank you my dear friend. Where have you been? Is all well?
A very well constructed emotional roller coaster … yet, I’ve been here long enough to know there is a lot of you in that story … well, at least I think so.
Yes Frank, there is a great deal of me in there. You are so very right.
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
Thank you JB!
Always my pleasure Ms. Valentine.