Cycles of eons passed, and you are still here
A constant, moulded within the landscape
Part of history and its making
Tucked into the shadows of nature
Puppeting the humankind, controlling faith
young girl, dreaming, always in the realm of wonders
wishing for adventures and praying for obsoletion
fragile is your nature but everchanging
the game of hopes and scenarios have burst into flames
the fire of life, burned through the misery of reality
boundless by visualising inspiration
this fire, your fire is burning with intensity
lit in the stove by the door, poor house
memories of an old existence, inflate your pain
warming those dirty breakable bones
the sound of scorching and rustling
has always been music to those aching ears
unlocking forgotten reminiscences
with lost keys, that should’ve stayed unlocked
too many voices within this realm want your soul
whispers, heavy with meaning guide this constant flame
fear, has engulfed your senses, nothing looks the same
you are stronger than more beings, young girl
let the flame burn through those sensations
the perfervid fire is cleansing your consciousness
accept your path and leave this realm in peace
Victoria Odey 