The Flame
By Jenna Reimer
I am free.
Free to wake, free to breath,
To walk, to run,
To leave that empty space.
I am free to accept, to refuse
In beautiful times
Or flaming seconds;
I am the flame.
I can be ignited
And lit by my fueled palm.
There is no I or burning
Unless I think it into being.
I can be extinguished
And die in a fury of nothing-
A flaming of the heart.
I am free in every way.
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