I feel I am but nothing.
The smallest slice of an ember;
Emitting no heat nor flame.
Those days I foster love.
Regenerating what is left of me,
Knowing that the tiniest ember
Still has potential to flame once again
I burn the roof of my mouth
On my croissant or my coffee each morning.
I wake up so hungry, I cannot wait for them to cool down after I warm them up.
I do it every time and I know better.
Over and over,
Again and again scalding myself.
My sleepy head and ravenous appetite
Cold rain falls upon my face
This January day
Bringing with it a chill to give
I am shivering now
My bones burn within.
In silent corners
I am resuscitated.
The closeness of the walls
Become my safety.
Sunlight filters through dust particles,
Trying to reach me.
I can still feel the heat
On my skin,
Yet it is only my heart
That is scorched.