Consumed

As wood turns to ash in the flames, I too am being slowly consumed.

My very being slowly eroding before this onslaught of emotions.

Pummeled by my own thoughts, consumed continually by an ever increasing desire. All my waking thoughts fanning the flames.

Even my dreams are stoking the fire, I wake both contented about the dream and saddened by returning to this existence.

Will I turn to ash?

Consumed.

Or will I melt?

Only to be poured into a new mold, one more to my liking.

Stepping forth with a confidence that, as of now, I don’t possess.

Glancing back but once to say a quick goodbye to the old me.