It’s inside of us,
this other piece of our soul.

We cannot unleash it
or release it
or it will
consume us,
use us,
transform us
into other,
into broken and new,
foreign and wrong,
something different
than who we used to be.
We fight against it
but in the end
we always become
what we swore
we never would.
We let the animal
devour us
and sometimes,
it destroys us
with its consumption,
but sometimes,


our ashes bloom
into clouds of wonder,
into flowers of spring
and discovery
and our fiery ends
become our green beginnings.




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