A Fury for all seasons

A short poem to commemorate this special day of Fall. Please forgive the dramatic sentiment.

The days, shorter suddenly, seem small
When spent in the company of all.
And yet, fire fed my forthrightness.

The decision made, I spoke.
I heard a proclamation like an echo
And still, fire fed my fastidiousness.

The stakes at their highest, I chose to leave
Without knowing how you see me,
And still, fire fed my fortitude.

The chaos around us raged along.
I knew all i couldn't say without staying long.
And now, fire feeds my fear.

The fact you're leaving after this
Not having spoken of our bliss,
And knowing I may have missed
A chance. But I digress,

I insist:
A fire feeds my need for righteousness.
And a fire fed the choice that led to this.

Thanks for listening and reading. As always....

Be well. Be strong.

Be Furious.

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Location:King St,New York,United States