you couldn’t grow past,
a concocted superficiality.
and in time and war,
lost the whole of me.

.
.

oh, i 
am
free

i
am
free

the weight of
broken scripts,
sloughing
off 
of me.

.
.

and the rising heat,
of embers and fire.
phoenix flames snap-hiss
poised for life’s desires.

my freeing fury,
clarity– diamond sharp.
hot white reds and golds,
protecting my warrior heart –

.
.
.

and yet.
and yet…

i still.
truly wish,
you could also be,
at peace, at love,
for the whole of thee.

gold-lined heart compassion–
for all your little yous.
deep, historic suffering,
with undeserved wounds.

a dark irony. of course.
your survival, projected pain.
became a distilled resource
to alchemy my new reign.

but.
.
But…

that is your painpath –
i’ve dragged and ached
through mine.

.
.

my souls free and lift
( winged feets! )
into soaring, peaceful
divine.