I wish I could bless and release

Somehow, amongst all of this –  I’m still angry with you and the meanings you made of me. 

The dream that this would end differently is still burning me up from the inside. 

I thought, for once, something gentle had been made for me. But the love that I have been allowed has always had teeth. 

I put my tender fingers in its maw every time. I set myself aflame every time. 

Here – can you feel this holy fire? It longs to go out.