Frightened - October 1 Poem

I’m frightened

The nine-year-old-me
inside-me watches
blaze untethered

in my mother’s hands
falling to the forest’s
feet, there, fire free

broken through its glass bowl
made to restrict it
I’m frightened

destructive beast
unseparated from
the spaces between

my racing heart beats

My mother is frightened
The surreal becomes
the familiar

Mom throws dirt
the fire succumbs
to my mother
I breathe
sort of
again

See more progress on: write a (sloppy, half-formed if need be) poem every day (or so) during October 2010