Torched

Torch the past, bury it deep,

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Good riddance.

I wear new clothes now that

All the old have melted off.

I see with fresh, new, clear eyes

Now that my lashes have burned away.

I can open my heart more widely

Whose scars have been cauterized

By those lofty, intense flames.

I can rest again, born anew,

Love again and more freely,

More fully with the

Shackles released, the rules

Of my childhood blazed away.

Creating new life, new structures

New and vibrant energy that

Also burns brightly, hotly

Gleaming again, shiny and new.

The wrinkles fade, my age is timeless,

My skin soft once more,

I return to being a child,

My child, open to all that the

World has to offer, and I will

Protect her as best I can,

Knowing that she will also have

To step into the flames one day.