Tongues Afire


The searing heat,
eruption's inner core,
quaking like fissures of
anger,
jealousy,
hate,

and anxiety.

Emotion chases after fuel
consuming passion's very life force,
only to reach a cliff where sparks end,
embers float helplessly,
ashen efforts evaporate.,

The flaming voice,
ever recanting,
hiding from rebuke,
knowing words can
destroy,
heal,
empower,
or remain idle.

Volte-face festers now,
like Leper lesions of the soul,
unhealed self-deprecation,

finding tomorrow’s warming dawn

and a ray of hope for self-forgiveness...

maybe even betterment of choice.