It burned, in every way imaginable…
It burned in my lungs,
It burned in my skin,
It burned in my heart,
And it burned in my eyes.
Like the freshest air, or the hottest flame-
The coldest water, or the brightest day.
I felt it coat my mind and soul,
Burning me alive, while making me whole.
The pain had numbed and changed my mind,
Emptied my hope, and left me blind.
And now, I’m “freed” from the scorching hold…
My mind is it’s own, but alone I’m cold.