I see it build and I cling to myself, spreading it like paint across my being
It spreads to my life, my home, my loved ones, blotting out the color and light
the Doctor tried to quench the fire to protect me, the embers burned low
Suffocating and sparking, I see It killing me inside and out.
Soon, I wonder,
What is this soot? Why does it come on so thickly?
The soot is my dreams that once burned brightly.
Once fuel, now unused, deformed and black.
Can I see the fire inside?
I cannot simply smolder,
I must burn brightly as the fire in my head.
The fire will cleanse me, and the soot is not there.
The wind takes the ash away, and I am pure again.
-AE
