Yearning

This yearning
used to be concerning.
I’m learning what it means to live—
returning to my childhood wit,
burning my fears like sticks
in this pyre of mental shit.
Turning my beliefs upside down
as I sift through the ashes, unbound.
The journey to find my purpose
begins with this drift.
Emerging without disguise,
seeing myself anew—
with open eyes.
I’m ready to rise
from the smoke, renewed—
the arsonist of my own mind.