I am turning into cinders
my old self is
slowly
rapidly
burning away
I did not realize
what was happening
to me
until I had started to feel
the fire creeping
up my back
I am slowly
burning
to the ground
my emotions
are swirling
dancing like flames
engulfing all that I was
before
I became
a whisp of smoke
carried away in the wind
I am smouldering
my roots are crackling
breaking by the burden
of the heat that is rising
from within
daring to destroy
the one that has resided
within me
for so long
In my discomfort
the searing delight
that has surrounded
all my escapes
is no longer
an open door
the pheonix
has started to grow
her wings
in the cinders
of my soul
