The Burn Files: Poem#1

Loosen up, sometimes words spoken don’t apply personally.

Let go they’re just words, weightless things people say.

Laugh it off see what happens, might surprise you actually.

Can’t take this journey so seriously.

Listen in, hear the secrets woven through them.

This game of clue is all about me, for me.

And so it should be.

If I’m paying attention I start to see more clearly.

I am an amalgamation of the places I’ve been.

I am a sponge meant for absorbing and washing the grime away.

I am what I choose to be and in this moment,

I choose to be free.

Soap-suds and bubbles the dark grease sluffs off of me.

I am left gleeful, their words run but have no pull

sights set uphill I’m slippery,

dipped me in the oil of joy until it filled my belly.

In the end, I am slipping away from anything

that doesn’t serve me.