Church Fire
Warmth within orange flames,
lighting darkness.
With that power
comes danger.
You hurt my mother,
changed her...
inside and out.
Her confidence gone
replaced with anger
and hurt.
You have left your mark
with scars.
Do you need more?
That selfish pride of fire
needed more than weeks
in agony.
Years of regret
physical wounds
did not satisfy her.
Her mind changed.
Her poise, smile, outlook,
all altered.
My fear of you has grown.
Fireplaces no longer friendly.
Unlit candles, gifts unused.
When will you strike again?
Not on me.
I cannot lose
what you took from her.
Copyright © Courtney Thorstein | Year Posted 2015
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