For when my words burn

My voice is a fire.

 

It holds the power

 

to burn down every house in sight

 

every building, every door,

 

entire towns

 

and in its path

 

leave a soil more fertile

 

than the one of before.

 

So know that when I try

 

to tell you you are wrong

 

or to educate you

 

and it seems like my words

 

are setting you aflame,

 

it is not your destruction;

 

it is your creation.

 

Do with your new self what you please.

This poem is about: 
Me

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