Glaze fire
I want to walk and forget my feet ever bled Forget blisters and all the thorns and broken glass on the floor But when these winds blows again and again - I remember the furnace I remember how the heat felt like - clearly It makes me weak - It no longer kills me like it used to We should never visit our dark rooms We should never sneak a peek at our dying demons - Demons I let die slowly - slow enough to remind me not to take anything for granted Slow enough to make me remember the lesson the lesson the universe found important to teach me Like a pot - glazed fired - Yet I still see no reason to torture my gentle soul - but I accept the path it led me to - I remember days I would put my hand to my chest and tell my heart sorry I remember days I lost myself running crazy in forests I remember days I drowned in tears and fears Yes the pain goes away - but the scars remained - Some of us come weak or we come so broken and so scarred that we get afraid to get naked