I burned flowers last night.
One for each time I have chosen nice over honest.
Pretty over real. Good over raw.
One flower for each time I have shrunken my blaze
into a subtle glimmer, afraid of burning others.
I danced on the glowing embers of what I was
and set myself ablaze again with what I am.
A wildfire.
Sometimes spewing blue cathartic infernos,
sometimes spreading orange nurturing warmth,
sometimes sputtering red, rousing sparks.
Always honest.
Always real.
Always raw.
Always me.
by Sissi Mimm