Poem “Fire”

If she cries then I will take her

with a half moon in her eyes

under the darkness

of the dream-giver skies

if she sleeps then you can

find her, curled beneath

his hands, like animals

playing dead

if she runs then try to catch her

use something with teeth

a trap to maim or break her

carry her back beneath

but if she lives, then she will

find you, and you won’t recognize

her stare, the stars have gone

back to their homes, and

a fire now lives there.


This poem came to me in a “steam of consciousness” as many of my poems do. I feel it’s about survival of abuse, and coming back stronger than before.

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