relentless

"careful now, she's mad.

she has ice in her veins."

no, i was burning.

and i blinded myself with it.

"fine, be a fire.

but not too bright."

no, i had a story to tell.

and i would be the light it needed.

but there is no control in the fire,

not when the forest is dead and dry.

catch aflame,

and the people will come

to see you end.

call for help,

and they will scatter,

and no hand will reach out to help.

how did the ones before me bend

and break

and burn

but never make a sound?

was it worth it?

to be left with nothing but endless i-told-you-so's?

i bend

and break

and burn.

it was pain,

but it was magic.

the ones before me knew,

and now so do i.