Prescribed Burn

dark skies on fire, they sound alarms
but hold your buckets, boys
meteors blazing through the night
in panic how they scatter

Run! I don’t need you
digging deep and meaning well

your tears can't quench the fire in these skies
you only fan it with your fear
you can't stop the pain that's burning me alive
so let me burn

of all the things you couldn't be...
if you can’t be still and bear the heat
then leave

dark skies on fire, they sound alarms
but hold your buckets, boys
I don’t need for you to fix me
I need for you to love me,
in spite of all the things that need repair ~


Copyright ©2010 Angela Schofield

Author's note:
I wrote this last night. At first I loved it, then I hated it, then I loved it again. Now I've just surrendered to it. As my mom would say, it is what it is. It was I who wrote it so here it stays, love it or hate it.