A fire you set, yet never to see
For years you had doused me with gasoline
You struck a match and chose to retreat
Deaf, beyond miles from my bloodcurdling screams.
And the fire did consume all of me,
The weeds, the flowers, the moss, the trees
Until smouldering piles of brush and leaves
Were all that was left - an ashen scene.
But an ashen scene to a human eye
For a human eye could all but see
That below the dirt and left to grow
Was a seed you planted inside of me.
A seed so deep below the soil
That even the fire could not touch
And when the rain had doused the flames,
I was left with that seed, and that seed was enough.
You see, you destroyed me. I will not deny.
And since you won't see the story unfold
You should know that it was my ego you burned,
And what burned has made room
For the growth of my soul.