Burn My Poems!

A cycle of poems «Burn My Poems!»

With ink-stained fingers, I scribble my dreams,
Words like fireflies, dancing in moonbeams.
Pages whisper secrets I dare not expose,
But in the shadows, a tremor grows.

Burn my poems, let the ashes take flight,
In the flames, I’ll find a way to ignite.
Memories scattered like dust in the air,
Set me free, let go of despair.
Burn my poems, watch them rise with the dawn,
In every ember, a piece of me gone.

Each stanza a heartbeat, each line a scar,
Tales of my battles, my dreams from afar.
These words were my refuge, my shelter, my pride,
But now they feel heavy, I carry inside.

Burn my poems, let the ashes take flight,
In the flames, I’ll find a way to ignite.
Memories scattered like dust in the air,
Set me free, let go of despair.
Burn my poems, watch them rise with the dawn,
In every ember, a piece of me gone.

Watch them twist in the wind, watch them glow,
Liberation in silence, I’m ready to go.
The stories I wove in the dark of the night,
Turn to smoke as I step into light.

Burn my poems, let the ashes take flight,
In the flames, I’ll find a way to ignite.
Memories scattered like dust in the air,
Set me free, let go of despair.
Burn my poems, watch them rise with the dawn,
In every ember, a piece of me gone.

So let the fire cleanse all the pain and the doubt,
From the ashes, new verses will spring out.
Burn my poems, let them light up the sky,
What has been lost will teach us to fly.