I read this out loud, for I believe anything with a poetic device should, and when I read the last paragraph I could feel the passion. And I really liked in your letter, the part where you say, "Fire. Fire rise and burn my soul as fuel that I may take the land back, cinder, singe, sweat, illuminate this darkness and wash me clean of it, and you."
I know what you mean for I once had wash myself clean of someone in the past, and when I did life was illuminated.
well done!!!
Thank you for spending time here. <3
I too read poetic verse out loud, I love to hear how the words roll from the tongue. Don't you find that these things strike a chord with most people? Something about the universal nature of hurt that makes us feel so alone, yet it binds us together in a way. We are never truly alone in the emotional tides and those that express it do a service for those that can not.