The birthing flame

I try to soften the eyes,

but they stay clear in my mind--

Dark and cloudy, peircing eyes.

They hate me.

Every time I look,

Every time I remember,

They always say they hate me.

Oh, they cut through me!

Bring me to tears.

But they are the fire I can't help but touch.

I want to understand them.

I want to change them.

I want them to see that I am not a threat--

That they do not threathen me.

I will be inside their flame

until they burn me to nothing.

Burn me to birth me.

So that we can rise...

So that we can rise togehter.