Healing

Broken glasses and shredded paper

Wilted flowers and toxic vapor

Sometimes the haze is too thick

When your lungs burn and heart thumps

As the fire burns through your veins

But it wasn't the passion or adrenaline you're used to

No joy, excitement or even a speck of lust on those winter nights

No, you've never felt it like this before

A fire that raged into a demonic inferno

Gobbling up your dreams with each lick

As embers transformed into apparitions

Whisking across your eyes and snarling hateful words

No, this wasn't a fire you were used to

And the flames were never a friend to be close to

So, you smother them in tears, but the flames burned brighter

So, you fell to your knees and begged, but the smoke rose higher

So, you held yourself closer and closed the door to keep the cold inside

But the heat never left you alone

So, you borrowed water from a friend, but it wasn't enough

And you tried lakes after lakes after lakes of borrowed water

Paying little attention to it contents

Because the one you thought were your friends feed you mercury and silver

And when you took heed it was far too late

The flames were a god, towering and sneering

And you fell to your knees in worship or to strike a deal

And you tried to keep it together as those tears cascaded

Until your heart screamed out the answer you've been ignoring

And you still ignored it until that stray ember burned your scalp

And the world seemed a little clearer

You spent the days cleaning your house in fire

Molding it to your likening, breathing in the smoke until it filled your lungs

And worked tirelessly until you had something to be proud of

A home just for your fire

So why didn’t it feel like a Home?

Maybe the coal was too old, so you chucked a few new ones inside

Or maybe it had something to do that crooked self-portrait

Even though you suck at art and they never came out just right

And the cheap, dollar frame cracked just that night

A constant reminder that you sometimes couldn't do it right

So, you fix it and you catch the light in your eyes

And notice that flames dimmed around you

The portrait of you, poorly done maybe

But a great representation of you lately

A smiling boy with pure intention

Wearing clothes too big for him, but just right for him

The heat of the house must be getting to you because your smiling, but crying

Delirious at the sight of something, an oasis of love?

Must be why the flames stopped burning

And this house became a home