Honey & Glass?

I heard a girl say

she wanted to be like all of the other girls

made of honey and glass

& I thought

'sweet, but fragile'

why?

don't you want to be so much more?

I want to be strong as metal,

forged in fire

hardened and smooth

and sharp

but

I want to be the softest

skin

the feather down

the Egyptian Cotton sheets

the supple smooth chocolate mousse

I want to be the softest meadow grass

covered in dew

turned to a shining, shimmering, glittering, firey, gorgeous gold for that perfect moment at sunrise when everything is touched with the light of the sun

I choose to be fire and iron

I have been forged and sculpted and picked and preened and prodded and made into what I am today

if I were to add honey and water to my fire,

I'd make a golden, sickly sweet, silky smooth honey syrup

and if I came up against glass,

I would melt and shatter the shards

so I could mold something new

to call my own

I want the flames to spread,

searing softly

from my very skin,

my fingers, my eyes, my mind,

I want the embers to burn bright

and steady

I want to be swift and strong,

one strike to slice you to your core,

only when I want to