said things can't be unsaid

I’ll sit here amidst the smoldering embers waiting for them to ignite. I’ll complete the labor required and illustrate a calm complacency….for a breathing. Patience was never my virtue, in fact, what virtues do I possess? I find every one I’m labeled, tattered, dilapidated. Obliging me to create my own virtuous renditions. Yes—I’ll sit here —And enjoy warming my hands as I wait for the heat to permeate the icy chill
exhibiting outwardly what I lack. Patient for that spark that sets the fires ablaze within.

View original post