Spring Cleaning
I hate you:
It’s such an intense sentiment
with that L word,
in an unlikely under-glorified manner,
trailing in its blazing path.
It tears bonds with an unmatched heat,
sparks may fly and forests burn
an uncontrolled rage of destruction.
We should continue to use controlled fires
implicitly lit by those leeching diseases of people
hoarding the water that prevents all flame
completely necessary to maintain unnecessary brush.
I hate you is my conscious decision to burn down my forest.
To watch the life that grew there, break down.
Each individual molecule ripped apart,
until it is so broken down that we no longer consider it alive.
Each element standing alone.
Without the ability to interact.
I knew the forest had to go
but I still apologize to the elements
existing only with the memory of each other
while no words, no matter how powerful
can force them back together.
Their only purpose left:
To rejuvenate the soil.