Conflagration

to remain calm
amid the chaos
currently being produced
by the combined efforts
of my
heart and mind,
is an insurmountable task

slip into the facade
of agreeable demeanor,
I must,
if but for the next
season….

for if my pen could
spew forth the flames
that are licking
at my thoughts,
the resulting fire
would be
my personal descent

into the crux of the matter

and I sit here
cursing my blessings,
nursing my demons
and awaiting
an antidote for
my vexation

knowing, that given
the option,
I would choose
to burn
for you