The madness doused me in gasoline.
The pain struck the first match.
The heartbreak sauntered over to me
slowly
and just like that
I was screaming beneath the flames.
Nothing will ever be the same,
will it?
Now that I am charred and scarred and covered in ash?
But maybe I’m okay with that.
The phoenix within my battered soul
settles against the smoldering coals
which have a story all on their own.
She prays and breathes in the fire.
She knows
she’ll know
the right time
and then we will rise higher
in faith
and in power.
And never again will we allow ourselves
to be fooled
by the hidden coward.
Unraveling my soul 