My soul caught fire,
and pain was glacial.
I burned my heart down and covered it with frost.
I exhaled the specters dwelling in every edge and corner of this dungeon.
They whispered, “the future is unwritten.”
I gathered the ashes.
On these walls
I engraved eternal love
that they have never known.
Perhaps outside these invisible walls,
a future had your name in it,
a future we could write.
But you were a different kind of fire,
Orchestrating the unborn, igniting life in a barren land,
In a place where roses die,
your flower buds sprouted from sand.
The distance was bruised and bloody,
broken beyond repair.
But I followed my fear
of the light
fast enough to see:
In exitless rooms
only so you’d be in them.
As your touch melted into my skin,
I heard the soft murmur of the chains around my heart
I crossed the burning bridge only to find
A love so gentle, so patient, so kind.