In a Bonfire

by CindyUng

August 9, 2015

Do you expect me

To believe

That I will think of the breeze

When I’m bursting with seared ash?

Do you expect me

To lose myself

Into the galaxy

While I’m seething ablaze?

How can I

Achieve the desire

To clutch handfuls of ice,

When my throat, my nose,

Are busy steaming?

How is it possible

For me

To stem the scorching air

From leaking,

When the glaciers, themselves,

Are welting?

Here I am

Clenching my stumped teeth,

Compressing like there’s not

Another morning

To flow by --

Only to be blinded,

By what I assume is the sun --

Here I am, once again,

Expecting that a speck of ash

Will melt like snow in a bonfire.

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CindyUng

Find me where the heart beats faster and the mind runs clearly. If you turn around, you might catch a glimpse of moonlight: Hold it close and you may hear the whispers of my aches and dreams. Speak softly now, you might scare the strength out of me. You'll never know where my thoughts will go next, just let me be the one driving this journey. Someday I'll return to the stars and sleep in the void, a place where I hope to find colors I've never seen before. And when I master the art of painting into the galaxies of pain and recovery, I will discover the truth in me. I will be free, I will be free. Let the constellations tattoo the spaces of my body. ***If you ever want me to check out your poetry, feel free to let me know!***

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