Wild Embers: Poems of Rebellion, Fire, and Beauty

growth is a thing

of beauty

and of pain,

I had hoped one day to find someone

who loves my monsters,

the wolves that I feed,

the demons I sing to sleep

the tiger that is my caged heart

the parts of me I do not talk about

I prayed and wished and yearned

until I realised that I had already found her

One day, you will encounter a sea of tears and realise it is your own.