You set my world on fire, on seething flames and molten rocks. The clandestine forest that I once was has now smoldered into cement smoke. Into grim greys and sharp rubicunds, a spectrum entirely different from mine. This is what it feels like – to be captivated acre by acre by something so dangerous and mesmeric at the same time. To remain sane with a hint of lunacy. To love someone with all your heart.
And after all the rage you've brought upon me, when the rain has finally touched the earth and the wildfire has been tamed, and I am alone again with nothing but a scalded heart - I will write for no one but myself, of what I truly am despite the brokenness - despite you.
I'll write for what was left within the ashes; for the depth of me when all else is gone.
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Depth of Me •••#Wattys2018•••
Poetry"I'll write for what was left within the ashes; for the depth of me when all else is gone." cover drawing by: Carolina Roda
