I cherish every beat,
every emotion of life.
I am weary of vigilance
and need to grieve the lost.
I want to start a fire,
distinguish love from
a cunning scheme.
The days are a flinch of the eye
and these tears a healing balm.
I will rise to the light
but tonight I need to start a fire.
I’m as cold as the midnight moon.
“Woman on Fire” by Jacqueline Robinson