celeste • poetry

bubbles of fire

\once i was a child/
/made of glass\
\still young and fiery/
/molten and moulded\
\by my world/
/as i cooled\
\words absorbed/
/into my skin\
\and it was good./
———
|twice i was a tween|
|fragile glass|
|ready to break|
|at the slightest stress|
|i realized|
|it was bad|
|to be like me|
|they said|
|and they were right|
|because i was told|
|and i believed|
———
_thrice i was a teen_
_picking up my pieces_
_dropping them_
_because there was no time_
_no peace_
_and i shattered_
_and my pieces disappeared_
———
(now i am dust)
(it seems useless)
(to try)
(anymore)
(but scoop up the dust)
(and warm it again)
(and i will be molten)
(but they are scared)
(of the fire within)
(i remain dust)