Fire

I am a wildfire, burning alone in the middle of nowhere I wish I were a meadow in the middle of somewhere enchanted. my devotion was the ocean’s depth never-ending, hard to reach, but not impossible. I could devour with love, with care, with happiness— yet some found me unlovable, hard to cope with, hard to give up something for. still, I held on to that gust of wind, my flickering hope to find someone worth loving, worth giving up for, my resilience— like tree roots, buried deep, hard and unbrittle standing again, again after every heartpain. I search still, for warmth, for a blanket of love I once dreamed of...