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.