Spring Cleaning

I hate you:

It’s such an intense sentiment

with that L word,

in an unlikely under-glorified manner,

trailing in its blazing path.

It tears bonds with an unmatched heat,

sparks may fly and forests burn

an uncontrolled rage of destruction.

We should continue to use controlled fires

implicitly lit by those leeching diseases of people

hoarding the water that prevents all flame

completely necessary to maintain unnecessary brush.

I hate you is my conscious decision to burn down my forest.

To watch the life that grew there, break down.

Each individual molecule ripped apart,

until it is so broken down that we no longer consider it alive.

Each element standing alone.

Without the ability to interact.

I knew the forest had to go

but I still apologize to the elements

existing only with the memory of each other

while no words, no matter how powerful

can force them back together.

Their only purpose left:

To rejuvenate the soil.