a lullaby for the little things

[tree_meat]

internal sun fires, shine on!
ignore this lack of confidence
and compounded doubt,
born of paper and pen
and wandered roads spread too thin.

bless'ed sacred mother
give me the strength to live again,
to be again,
to strike these matches - to ask of you in flames

cleanse me of these quiet sins
forever and a day

amen.