It's a good thing you had vision
when I was blinded
by those consuming flames
emitting toxic fumes, liquefying
my limbs, my core,
creating molten juices to drown
you with my fervor for delight.
It's good you left
when my burning needed fire
to quench its thirst, to satiate
the hunger, my desire to devour
what I thought depicted love.
Today, years have scorched my eyes.
I can see clearly now, the embers
from past times when rejection
drenched the fire, leaving ashes
grey from sorrow, inevitable
lesson of my youth.
And in gratitude I smile,
at the smokey haze
that still remains.
(Submitted to Dverse Poets and Carry on Tuesday)