Jan 2019
A fire
burning
the old me.
Memories
of times
no longer
my own.
The crackling
is melting my soul
soul.
Ashes, are all that is left of me
And from them
The New Me emerges.
burning
the old me.
Memories
of times
no longer
my own.
The crackling
is melting my soul
soul.
Ashes, are all that is left of me
And from them
The New Me emerges.
A poems of fire
