By Naisha Damani
Wildfire feeds on whispers left unsaid,
lies hiding in the shadow of the mind.
Ignites the flame with fear and growing dread,
wastes passing time, and to the lost, it binds.
I once believed that hate was not my own,
a distant storm, I swore to never know.
Yet, here it burns, a wildfire overgrown,
a virus, infecting hearts who dare glow.
It crept in when my love was cast away,
the bitter flame, that keeps my wounds congealed.
Betrayal’s venom turned my hair ash grey,
dumped in a cage with all that’s left unhealed.
Yet, in its grip, I’m bound by iron chain
Should I jump into fire, melt into love again?