~She Burns~

~She Burns~

She burned herself into a splendor,
nothing gained and nothing hindered.
Now all of her secrets bare,
was an omen she knew to share,
but still it froze her thoughts.
With openness can all be lost?
She writhed and tossed,
the wind tore through
with raging ice
it blew and blew.
To shield herself,
her soul she dressed,
she built her walls
to match the test.
She covered them with gold and steel
and chained them down with all her fears.
So there she sat within her nest
And really it was for the best...
until she felt the walls held her down
pushing her into the ground.
A private prisoner she was again
being tricked by fear and pain.
She would not fight to escape,
she knew only to sit and wait.
Blankness was the staircase
that she climbed to melt the mold.
With doubt no longer a fortress,
the wisdom was hers to hold.
No death, no fear,
no pain, no threat,
Simplicity at it's very best.
With embers grows a lasting spark
as flames lit up and soothed her heart.

By me, Windy Lisardo
April 26, 1998

This poem is about over coming fears.
With fears, people tend to build walls up to protect themselves but if we just set it go, let go of the fear and not let it rule our lives, then we are free to live and free to be.