Sitting cross legged over a fire
The consensual burning and volunteered pain
The flames whip up and tickle my ears
With them come the whisper whisper whisper
Of my thoughts and fears
Telling me I'm worthless
That I deserve to feel this burn
I place my hand on the hot coals
I throw them in the air like confetti
And my aspirations
The ashes my sanity
The bright light the only hope left