Burning Hickory

The smell of burning hickory, Feeds the fires hungry flames, Incinerating all the misery, That accompanies my name... The waves of heat that radiate, Massage my very soul, As I gaze in thought and meditate, Into what makes me feel whole... Watching ash take to the air, Then it slowly float's away, Glowing hotter as if my despair, Is meant to die and fade away... Still subject to all my memories, I arise within the flame, Like a new born burst of energy, Igniting as my heart re-flames... Ahhhh the smell of hickory, That is baptized by the blaze, For a moment's contradictory, To the ash that will remain....