Fire

Within my chest is a mixture of fire and ash

So much of these flames are your doing

And I thank you for them

I wouldn't be who I am without their presence

There are times when they consume me

And I'm not one to complain

Because I always find my way out of the flames

No matter the amount of time it takes

Sometimes I need to be immersed in them 

They remind me why I still fight

Why I never give in and let the negativity of the world 

take me under

Within my chest is a mixture of fire and ash

So much of these flames are your doing

Grandma,

I thank you for them.

This one's for you Grandma. A small description of the impact you made on my life. You're a part of me, every day, and I'll miss you always.