I am
singed,
charred, scorched.
Anger,
blame, and shame
have
reduced me to ash.
The former form of me,
body and mind,
spirit
and soul,
is now only outline
filled
in with smoke.
Touch
me,
I
am little more than
swirling
haze.
Breathe
on me,
I
blow away.
Nothing
left but
smoldering
embers
of
memory
and
misunderstanding
