Fire Waters

My dad died on December 17th, one of the reasons why I didn’t get these poems to you in time for xmas. Two days after, I wrote this poem for you. It’s hard to write after being shocked into the pain surrounding death of loved ones. It’s hard to imagine that anyone, let ALone someone with your shiny, sweet heart would want to spend time with me in the cave where I retreat when the outer world hurts too much. I’m endlessly thankful to you for loving me so close when I’m so sad and far away.

Pretty words have left my heart,

Focus draws my attention still,

Staring at things I need most not see,

I wonder why everyone is acting like everything is fine.

No grace in my actions,

No peace in my words,

I would love for someone to come get this smoke.

While I’m burning all ALone. 

Feet getting smaller as I run through the maze,

Skin peeling, blistering, melting off.

So fragile in these flames.

And I stay,

As close to you as possible, without catching you on fire today. 

Running from pain and chasing good feelings all feel the same,

Your soul creates divine waters, so everyday we play.