Controlled Burn
Hold those doors until your teeth begin to chatter.
That's okay
'cause it's the only conversation that your walls have ever heard.
Talk to yourself until you start to feel you matter,
don't get lost,
you know it's hard to find the path after you've found yourself alone.
Teetering tree tops topple down,
landing, leaning, all around,
there forever for all to see
until the forest burns.
Run from the house until you cannot see your home.
Don't stop for breath,
just keep the pace until your lungs dry up and feet give way to bone.
- Let the dark befall you like the snow upon your crown.
Let it linger,
let it crawl under your skin until your cries are only sound.
Aging alpine aspen ashes
wisping, whirling, all around,
parched and barren for all to see
until the saplings grow.
Snub your candles.
Break your matches.
You can never be found if you are never truly
lost.
Copyright © Cameron Boyd | Year Posted 2017
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