Flames

She has acknowledged
that dry spark...
sputtering across
the ground...

Now becoming  aware
of that crackle
building in her gut....

Exasperation has a way
Of igniting things...

Now the first signs of smoke
are evident as every memory
begins to reacquaint itself
with the front of her mind...

Nothing burns faster
than wasted time...

As too many nightmares...
Flare...looming in Blue Light
Illuminating the fire...
that is emanating...
She...
Is
A
Flame

Ignited by every NO she has encountered
As she floundered

Cause all she wanted to do was shine
Like a Crayola Colored Picaso...
Ridicule and Regret have a way...
Of smoldering in the soul...
Now...
She
Is
A
Flame

Untamed ....
Burning...as she cries
Tears of Lava
Streaming over the Terrain
Of her past...
Burning Down
The Domiciles
where deeds most vile
remain in her memory

She is the physical
manifestation of a Purge
Tearing down...
Everything...
That reminds her of ...Anything

As she burns...
It makes one wonder
What will survive
What will remain...
Inside her ashes...

What will remain...
To strengthen her
Once again...

What will remain ...
After Old houses have been
burned to the ground
Of her consciousness...

What will remain
What will remain
After the Fire....