The Furnace
Standing on this bridge,
looking down into the dark, whispering water,
I take a step over the ledge,
falling,
to leave all behind,
forget all,
finally, reaching the depths to face the doors of hell,
and realize that’s not where I want to be.
The dark, tendrilled seed,
wrapped tightly around my lonely soul,
flutters away in ashes,
letting my bygones go,
forgetting who you really were,
fluttering back to the light of your candle,
so that maybe you would be the one to love me,
and not burn me again.
So far away,
I awake from a bad dream,
I take a different step,
never falling,
never jumping,
no longer lying to myself that the love you gave,
was the divide,
you, without fail, contrived
to push you and me apart.
I am left here in an empty space,
a furnace under my feet,
the overwhelming feeling that you cheat
on the love I gave.
always feeling the hurt,
of the doting paths we crossed, you so easily part,
for another dance.
Never again,
will I fall,
in love.
Never will I reach the door,
to free my heart.