REFLECTING WITH FIRE
I watch my hand as it blooms to the atmosphere reflecting fire
Callused with a bitter knowledge
I reminisce on the memory of who has now become a child
Clinging to me, her irises dilate,
post baring witness to the death of late
Then, I, a sweet talking shard of glass
Convinced I would not split her open
Perceived myself a marble column
For a wilting heart to grow a balance
If only I had the wisdom then!
To know what a fool time would make of me
Overpowered by the flesh cocoon
Her sap I stole with empowered glee
Now her thorns can no longer cut
I lay to rest the pleasure of the thorny crown
Taking refuge in the knowing
She outran the quickest of the hounds
She is bigger than she ever dreamed to be!
For now she knows what heaven wishes to see
The brightest star in the fiery sky has chosen to confide in her…
“I dream to have my reflection solely within this child’s heart”
She listens as the fireball continues its conspiracy…
“I confess to a dream in which I abandon all prescribed tomorrows.
I, having been destined, to be reflected without a choosing, restricted to the pallet of the unforgiving sea.”
She fills her lungs and unleashes her retort, an attempt at disguising her horrendous plea…
“You overlook a simple matter – that child once was me, and all my beauty, has now been spent, shimmered solely upon ungrateful thee!”
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