fireweed

Shhhh. Its a secret I write here.

To lay down the thoughts I'd rather carry myself is a hard task to complete. I seem to have many tasks left on my list of unchecked accomplishments.

I will check one off now. Its time to plant. More than a seed for a flower or the need for a garden.

This will take a fire.

During the life of certain trees who gather together in the forest, a fire is needed to become more than they could have been alone. In order for continued growth and the assurance of future trees, the heat from the fire opens the cones to release all the seeds contained within.

Consumed by fire, I run to escape the flames that burn my thoughts. Its too late, I'm engulfed.

"After all the flames in the morning. The quiet ashes fell for hours and hours."

Its time to plant a layer of skin. A shell of ideas, thoughts and actions will be laid to rest so that a new seed of creativity will grow.

Fireweed.