There is that one thing.
That one moment you hesitated,
that one second you waited,
that one thing that has not stopped
haunting you since.
Can you still see it? I can.
It still hurts to imagine it,
fear pulses down into my toes.
But, I look at it. And now, I think
I can see it for what it is-
raw, naked, and quite imperfect.
I reach deep inside of myself
through my skin, tissue and muscle
and I grab that flaming mess
that has been festering for years
I throw it far away...
I can see it fly off, off into....
beyond the horizon
and watch it burst into flames.
Now, I can feel the rush of relief
that sings from every corner of
my very being.