Too many years of
Poison slowing my veins
There’s nothing left but apathy
Rotting until the stirring of awareness
Until I come back to myself
And then —
My body, strong with my anger
Roots down in the earth like a tree that
Senses smoke, flames licking
Arms up, branching into the air
Ready for rapture, purification
I want to believe the light is in me
I want to believe I can burn down, rise
New; incandescent
Sara Myriad
