Too Close To The Chaos
The Flicker Of Fate
I stand where the yellow flame, dissolves into heat
tween turbulence and semblance of order
A shaky existence, where chaos and fate meet
taking chances, like some kind of hoarder
With my gas can in hand
I step towards the flame
risking what I am
to feel whole again
Daring the match to compete with the fire
watching to see where my - self gets inspired
Only to find those old scars have built up
completely immovable, and as ugly as fuck
A starring contest with the beast in the flame
laughing as I hear it cry, cursing my name
I pull out my whip, and snap it into submission
compared to my past, it was no competition
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (5)
I'm a bit of a pyromaniac, I've always loved to watch campfires, bonfires, fire pits, fireplaces, etc. So likening this part of your journey to a fire is thoroughly captivating for me, so much so I'm not sure I've necessarily heard what you are trying to say being so lost in myself with this. I may have to come back to it in the morning.
You hit this one outta the park! Well done!
We all need a little chaos in our lives from time to time for it makes us think.
Great poetry, I love the imagery of chaos and the fire
Ouch, the whip is out. Don't mess with Kelli today. Chaos had better stand clear. Very Amazonian and strongly worded poetry today. Very well done,