Is it moral for a wife to be in torment?
Long gone are the moments of joy,
the thrill of discovery.
The entropy of love—
a candle that burns twice as bright burns half as long.
My husband left me. Before he went away, he said I am:
Wildfire – Wildflower – Wildwoman.
Impossible to tame. I scorch the earth beneath my feet, leaving a trail of fruitful ashes, enriched with parts of my soul. I expand and contract to the whim of my heart.
A heart charred many times before. A mighty heart, that went to war unarmed. A little heart, now able to withstand great storms.
A pair of grey eyes, the scales of a Libra. A sinful mouth, whispering the darkness within and around. Ears to hear lies and ballads of hope.
So he embarked on his quest for new horizons, as the one we shared became too narrow for the both of us.
The chapel of my love was set ablaze. I watched it fall to the ground. The sparks of everything that was consumed everything that could have been.
Alone, I find the strength within. The pink flame of everything I was, and everything I can be.
I build a new temple for my heart, on the foundation of my soul, with the power of my mind and my body. A temple out of my sight. Out of my control. Governed by Hope and Faith, incommensurable Love and Freedom. A temple built by my hands and offered to the World.
I arm myself with joy and patience. I strive for wisdom through knowledge — weapons of destruction to serve me on the perilous path of life.
I have no fear nor regrets, as I know that one day, a mighty warrior, drenched in the blood of all his battles, will enter my temple and ask for redemption.
I hold no power to grant him his wish, as we are all walking this Earth searching for the truth. So I will kneel next to him, and together we will pray to our God.
May this strengthen our prayer. May we, together, reach for deliverance from the vast Sky and the Seven Seas. May we find solace in the arms of another.
May we ignite our fire with a kiss.