This light does not belong to me.
I’ll fail. I’ll self destruct an explosion of magnitude that will shatter the foundations of my existence. I am me. I am the past I run from, I am the fire I dampen. I am the anger that stirs, I am not the reflection. I am me and I hover precariously indifferent to the damage, I am the phoenix I will burn in the embers I will rise from the ash. I am me, I will fail, I am the past that I run from and this light does not belong to me.
Karen Hayward ©2016