I started early.
Ignoring the blossom and bird songs, I filled the brazier
with broken wood and redundant firelighters.
It took a few struck matches before ignition erupted into passionate flames.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I held a large, orange hardback record of my misery and let it slip into the furnace which seized it hungrily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Others followed, the years vanishing faster than light. Tedious accounts of my travails, and escapist travels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
2009 burnt slowly.
Ash started to float around me,
The bound became unbound releasing my secret contained life.
My words became embers, freeing me to write a fresh narrative. Metamorphosis.
Suddenly the fire escaped and I rushed for water chiding my carelessness. Steam hissed.
Smouldering, toxic smoke lingered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The day after I burnt my journals I fell. I found myself suddenly flying
and twisting and falling.
And finally landing on my back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I lay there legs akimbo,
like an upturned beetle,
waiting for the rush of rescuers.
I knew the score.
Wait to be helped.
Receive kind strangers\u2019 concern.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ushered into the furniture shop I was offered various upholstered chairs – Big signs read \u00a360, \u00a388 or a \u00a3100 sofa –
but I refused, knowing my place.
I was not a spender but a scrounger,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
dragged in off the streets.
I saw a plastic chair by a desk and made for that to everyone\u2019s relief. A kind man put a glass of ice cold water into my grateful hand.
It flowed inside my battered body like silver.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He rushed for the first aid kit keen to hone his well trained skills.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCan I call someone?\u201d
\u201cSurely there is someone you can call\u201d \u201cAre you sure you\u2019ll be all right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I give my thanks and take my solitary soul out into the world now darkened with risks and threats. Once home I reach for my laptop to capture the words ignited by the trip.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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