Kerosene

“I didn’t know who I would be.
But I think I know now.
I was meant to survive.”

Sometimes I think my body was soaked in kerosene at such a young age. It was as if I never knew fire until one little spark set my skin ablaze. Maybe it was like a chrysalis. Protecting me, waiting for me to become. For the longest time, I didn’t know that would be. But I think I know now. I think I was meant to survive. I was meant to r e m e m b e r. I was meant to burn away and rise as someone new. Someone wiser. Someone broken, but fighting. Maybe I was meant to help others navigate through their own destruction. Maybe I was meant to save myself, too.

© Sarah Doughty

Maybe, it was meant
to help me find my path.

This was written for day three
of November Notes.
Embody Me
by Novo Amor