More micropoetry. Why? Because I can.

Fires are burning
undaunted
and unafraid
tireless
and reckless
ferocious
and destructive
and I
can merely watch.

Waxing Poetic

So many tales to tell

of sorrow and fear

and I will

but right now

I am crafting a story

of triumph and strength.

Me

I cannot
and will not
be anything less
than exactly
who I am
but I can
always be
infinitely more.