it is like this:

sometimes you are the match,
and you set yourself on fire
just for a brief moment of light

teach me to feel nothing,
i need to be disciplined in the art of becoming numb;
damaged are these nerves,
but not damaged enough

Sometimes I’m a doormat.

Anonymous: Hi, I have followed your blog since late 2012, and i had a picture of your poem saved on my computer... i guess it got deleted. I found it again but the picture is now blurry. Is there any way you can repost it? It is called Freedom. Thank you so much. And keep writing. You are an amazing writer!

I will do my best to find that poem for you!