Miss Kat J Phillips

Feeling the heat,

Of an inferno…

Building behind you.

Casting a shadow ahead,

Smoky smell filled lungs,

Starting to weigh you down.

A candle was lit between friends,

Sharing a promise to be there,

Whenever needed…

Time was always spared,

But then…

Splintered was the promise.

Could be a blaze of glory,

Could be a different story,

What has life done lately,

To make you tremble…

Or shaky?

Watch where you step,

You may not be the one,

Starting the burn,

Of a bridge.

Someone else,

May have started…

…already building

The Pyre!

So, when someone says,

“Don’t burn bridges”,

Don’t worry…

You may not be the one…

Who started the burn.

Poem and Artwork © 2022 “I see… what others refuse to see. I am… what others refuse to be” Lady Kate Phillips