A young she wolf is born
Scorched fur of molten lava and heated coal
Flames consume her path
She leaves a soot trail
Ember eyes shine the spark of life
The animal instinct to hunt
And so she will hunt
Through the hell that surrounds her
The hell she creates
A paradise of flames
“The Fire in this Wolf lives”

After receiving a box of matches
I counted every single one
Traced them with my finger tips
Breathed in the scent of future ignition
Closed my eyes
And set them all on fire

Listening to the thunder
the rain
the stories my mother tells me of our dark past
the music
Reflective.
Nostalgia.

If these streets could talk
they would whisper
holding on to the memories
Keeping them as silent as possible
but sharing them
to all those who
Listen.

The beating sun
chose not to burn me
In my hour of need.
The dancing flames
did not scald me
Through my sadness.
The fire within me
bonded us together
Lighting my fire
and
I
burned
brighter.

It wasn't my warm body against the cold bed
the subtle creeping darkness,
the sound of the rain against the window pane,
or the sound of my own breathing
that kept me awake
on a night like this.
But the constant reminders
of what I could have done
what I should be doing
where I should be.
I now understand
to achieve my dreams
I must be
Anywhere
But
Here.

Forgive Me
For not noticing your glances
As I passed by
Or truly understanding
The depth of the words you offered

On days when I needed comfort
You supplied an abundance
Treatment of the greatest standard
Never given much in return

Forgive Me
For changing your views
Altering
your bright flourishing dreams
into a shadowing reality

For it seems
I had learned
to love
Too late.