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Burning is a Gift

Your greatest gift?

When you yell

in my face,

Where’s your fire?!

You mean the fire

that melts shadow, that ignites

the spark of anger,

of transformation.

But then again, perhaps this gift

is greater:

the respectful allowance,

the requirement,

that I light my own way.

So I remain

a torch.

And you see, torches,

they can burn.

But it’s this pain

we’ve come to heal.

And so I burn.

Sometimes torches cauterize; sometimes

they burn houses down.

Houses we hide in. Structures

we no longer need.


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