I wish I could hold in my hands,
your incandescent insecurities
and use them to fuel your fire.
Oh, what a sight…
Brightly consuming everything
until you emerge from the ashes,
— Radiant —
Yet I feel you slipping
melting through my fingers
down a path, I cannot follow…
A husk of who you appeared to be
anger sketched in steel
between the lines
of your beautiful face,
caught in a frenzy of fear
longing always to run
until there’s nowhere left to go.
I cry out!
The wind whistles in your hair
as part of me flies to catch up.
A little bird of love,
heart of gold and periwinkle,
who’ll follow you forever
no matter where you end up.
NB: Originally written in November 2018.
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