am much too afraid to touch the flame,
so instead i hover above it.
i let the heat taunt me
as it licks at the nerves on my fingertips,
and i feel my cells scorching,
succumbing to it's demand.
i am much too afraid to touch the flame,
so instead i blow it out.
but, after feeling the cold seep into my body,
i wish to relight the candle.
is it the heat that i long for?
or, is it the sensation of being watchful;
of having something greater to fear?
- S.M.
"you"
YOU ARE READING
i feel more than other people
Poetrythis poetry collection embraces mental illness, trauma, passion, anger, and family relations through vast seas of words. my hope is to inspire others by turning raw heartache into relatable moments. warning: this book contains potentially sensitive...
