Greek Fire

As I lingering in the doorway Looking upon everything that was destroyed By the fire of circumstance I think to myself “My god how does one soul survive so much for so long? How does one find themselves in the midst Of the chaos thrown at her to bury her soul?” Easy you keep getting up. Instead of the fire that is trying to destroy me I became the fire I no longer accepted what I use too I am no longer the door mat To feet that will not walk for me I am no longer the ear that listens To voices that speak over mine I am no longer the rock To people who just wanted to throw me In the river and watch me drowned I am no longer the compassion I have shown To others who just hide behind selfishness I no longer tolerate anything less then what I deserve~JAZ~