Clear the Damp Leaves
This poem comes from a journal entry in 2017.
I can feel a fire burning, burning up.
If I don’t let it out, I’ll internally combust.
Those words you say, piling up like damp leaves.
Don’t you see: the embers are still below, suffocating.
They want to be free to consume, roar through the forest.
But Mother is always right…
and she isn’t interested in the flames of blue, green, yellow and white.
“You can burn in that fire pit.
But keep it down over there.”
You want me to think about what makes me happy here?
Well, let’s start by moving those leaves, give me some air!
Those words you say, piling up like damp leaves.
Don’t you see: the embers are still below, suffocating.
Thought Starters
What are the “damp leaves” that are being piled onto the fire in my soul?
How can I clear away these leaves and get some “air” to be able to shine brighter today?
