Growing and Flourishing
By Kristina C
Published 28 September 2023
All-consuming guilt
I observed as you selfishly swallowed the fragile twigs
The fragile twigs that once gave you life
It was strange, peculiar
I could once tame you, your screaming, burning flame
But you could not help yourself
Once comfortably seated on the frail stick of wood; contained, calm
You are famished, so I fed you
You touched the land so gently, yet so vulgar
The tanty twigs were never sufficient enough
All-consuming guilt
Selfishly swallowing the tanty twigs, the land which once gave to you
Until you were tamed once again, reduced to my everlasting flame
It was strange, peculiar
You left gifts of blackness, charred wood and leaves
You dance on the ground Hephaestus, gesturing a voice only I could hear
Why must such a beautiful being be so dangerous?
I hear your voice, I feel your heat, I see your light
Cleansing the land to make more of it
Growing and flourishing, growing and flourishing