• Flame and Ash

    A poem written after an intense inner-chid work experience; in which Teal enabled herself to move from the vibration of powerlessness and grief into a higher vibration by mentally setting fire to her childhood town.

    With it’s disheveled hands,
    Pulls me back in time.
    I stand before the life that was
    In the marred silence of the black of night.
    I see the buildings
    The buildings that witnessed all
    But said nothing
    And did nothing
    They, the containers of my grief
    They, the keepers of the silence
    Of the abominations that occurred there
    Made monstrous by association,
    They stand 
    Like sniveling memorials.
    They, the bystanders
    To the breaking of my body
    The desecration of my mind
    The hewing of my soul
    They, the tombs of my youth
    Will hold me hostage no longer.
    Having returned an intemperate heroine
    Set fire to them all
    With heavy torches.
    The fire,
    Like rampant water
    Floods and bellows it’s way throughout the town
    It consumes
    Each and every building
    The horror and the grief
    That is imprinted 
    Within these buildings
    Sustains the burning.
    Burning that lasts for hours
    Burning that lasts for days
    Burning that devours all the memories
    One by one
    I watch the memories
    I watch them rip and tear apart 
    Like images on burning filmstrip
    All is mortal
    In the path of the flame
    The fire washes my childhood away
    Until it is dead and gone
    In the garden of my mind.
    A vision splendid
    The violent copper 
    Of the flame
    Into raven colored ash…
    The final amen.