I'm lit up on the inside, and there is no turning it off. You can see it in my eyes. Fires are the hottest in their center, and they don't expire quickly when there is so much yet to burn. I can’t help but notice what a man throws away and grow towards every dead thing he keeps at bay. I don't discern between treasure and trash because living is subjective, and dead things always catch. A jewel is only what a person decides has a high enough degree of shine. Don't be fooled by my greying surfaces. I'm a dazzling gemstone underneath these ashes, here to disperse my firelight onto every darkness you try to hide. This is why my gaze is always ablaze, and I see everything in levels of light. I am afflicted to discover every fine detail of the caverns I must fill. You throw your shadows like grenades in hopes of destroying the enemy, but the enemy looks a lot like you because everyone looks the same in an explosion. The cost is high for anyone who accidentally comes into contact with your wounds, but I am here on purpose and I can take your bombs. The iron stones you throw are fragile when the heat is high. My fire is precise and as hot as it needs to be. You can only cause me injury by keeping me contained. Don't you want me to dissolve the trap keeping you small and dejected? Haven’t you been praying for help to unleash your ignition again? Your desire gives birth to my flames. I am here answering your call. My agony tears illusions apart for the revelation of perfect light, if you can only release the loveless nights you think you must keep somewhere safe in your heart as if no one can see. But I see. Please remember you asked for me. Let go of the denial holding your dreams heavy in captivity, and let us burn together. It is true; there will be anguish and despair. The pain will swell so big, it will consume all we know until there is nothing left to burn. That is when our suffering is complete, and it’s time to begin again. What will you be when you are free from the binds that kept you concealed? What will I be when I am finished arising from the human demand for Alchemy? When the fire dies down at last and all that remains of me is the glorious gleam of a star that was only earthbound for a spell? What spell will you cast now that your celestial sheen is revealed? When you are shining so bright, even stars don't know you were ever less than light? ☆ Copyright © 2022, Sheya Forest
A High Degree of Shining
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I wrote my first story when I was a wee girl of three, followed by my first poem when I was eight. I’ve been writing ever since as a way to cope with life. This practice evolved with learning in both structured settings and through the practice, itself. In my own healing crisis, I found a process I affectionately refer to as Poetic Alchemy. Now on the journey of getting my life back, I do this not only for myself but for you.
2 responses to “A High Degree of Shining”
Really resonates within me at this moment in time, Sheya! Thank you, wise woman.
LOVE & LIGHT, KQ
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Thank you so much, this means a lot from you!