When you melt
you slip away
from all those stories —
gravity pulls your essence
in a steady stream
of who you are
You flow away
from what you’ve done,
from what you’ve thought you’ve been,
from all those definitions of yourself
imposed by others and by circumstance
Some of those foreign things
go up in ash, some may remain
but you are here now —
your own cohesion
is your new reality
And you will shine
in such a pure reflective gleam
as you’re refined,
as you come clean.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 12, 2014
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