Consent to Burn
A Meditation on Choosing Experience Over Safety
Life struts through veins like a charming criminal,
offering treasures already broken.
Each dawn appears discolored but smiling,
asking devotion without mercy.
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Days glitter with promises that stain,
pleasures teach hunger how to speak.
We drink sweetness knowing poison waits,
yet thirst applauds the risk.
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Living becomes an art of consent
agreeing to burn while admiring the fire,
choosing excess over innocence,
calling damage "lived experience".
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Time applauds every reckless choice,
then collects payment without a bill.
Still, we dance amid the wreckage,
crowning survival as triumph.
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To live,
to kiss disaster with open eyes,
to carve meaning from the ruins,
to stand radiant,
even as everything breaks.
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
Let your becoming be louder than your fear, and your smallest steps become the road you once thought impossible to walk. An Appalachian poet and cookbook author my book Beautiful and Brutal Things is on Amazon, Link 👇
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