Ginger Vee My Chronic Life

The forging flames of change

are here.

Landscapes altered,

foundations turned to dust,

bridges to nowhere burned along the way.

A mighty force,

guilty of utter destruction.

Constructing new paths,

making way for rebirth.

Giving space for new growth,

it burns onward.

But I,

I do not fear.

I can withstand the scorching heat of the ravenous blue flames.

For I have called them to me.

I am captivated by the dancing fire.

I watch as ancient pain morphs into

tendrils of white smoke,

like whispers,

vanishing.

Now, only nothing.

Free.

I see the old me disappear into the sky.

Dust,

evaporating.

I could just leave.

Retreat.

Fly away.

Stray from the flint sparking in my heart,

keep every story in my catalogued history,

But I stay.

I watch the Lies burn.

I watch the flames engulf my past, and

turn my pain to crumbling coal.

Sifting through the ashes,

it seems,

I’ve found my soul.