Burning

I want to walk 

in truth

I want to cry out 

with my 

most honest

voice

like a child 

before I learned

to be veiled

that I might be liked

to extinguish my fires 

that I might not

offend others

with my burning 

to dye the wool

of my cloak 

a color 

that is not deemed

too bright 

to pick inoffensive 

flowers 

from the garden 

of my imagination

I am laying 

a pyre 

for myself 

made of flowers and 

dull colored wool 

may it burn 

through the rest

of my days.