Last year, I was a wildfire,

Completely untamed,

Roiling in rage and uncertainty —

I could not be contained.

Then my mother left me

Crying in the dark

You should've seen the thousands

Of buildings I tore apart.

Now the sky is empty

Of my burning, crying flames

But I will always remember

The souls I tried to maim.

I have grown softer with time,

Learnt the kind smile,

Laughed away the pain

At the poems I complied.

And though I am healed

And my flames are softer now

There is only so much

My sanity will allow.