Burning My Fire
I should be angry
I guess
That they hold my fire
In a tiny
Little
Cage
And wait for the smallness of it
To force my flames
To crush my spirit
To burn my heart
Until i'm ash
Until i'm nothing
But i won't burn out
Not like a match
In the wind
Because my fire can't crush my spirit
Any more than
It could crush itself
And the worst that will happen
Is my fire will
Burn
Everything else inside of me
Until i'm as empty
And hollow
As the cage they forced my
Fire
Into
And i will be nothing but a shell
Full of fire
Burning its own ash
This poem is about:
Me
Our world