I wrote this last semester. It holds more meaning now.
PYRE
I want to set myself on fire,
to feel the blaze of life
as the inferno consumes me.
I burn.
Behold.
I breathe.
Water is not the only purifier.
Like the over-used pheonix, I rise from the ashes (and I eat men like air...for you Plath lovers out there) and make a new life for myself. BY myself. I feel affirmed. I feel accomplished. I feel stable. And nothing in particular happened to make me feel this way. It is what it is. And it is wonderful.
And don't any, ANY of you try to take this away from me.
I want to set myself on fire,
to feel the blaze of life
as the inferno consumes me.
I burn.
Behold.
I breathe.
Water is not the only purifier.
Like the over-used pheonix, I rise from the ashes (and I eat men like air...for you Plath lovers out there) and make a new life for myself. BY myself. I feel affirmed. I feel accomplished. I feel stable. And nothing in particular happened to make me feel this way. It is what it is. And it is wonderful.
And don't any, ANY of you try to take this away from me.