Fire – Ann E Wallace

It could take a lifetime
to recover
from the daggers
you speak, proud,
uncensored. But yours
are not
the words
of a brave man.

A coward’s compulsion
as honor, respect
for truth, spews weakness—
you would not brave
a future
with one like me,
who may be
or failing.

Perched in safety
alone, you sear
into my skin among
so many other scars, numb
reminders all
of the fires
I have walked into
and through


Ann E. Wallace has a new poetry collection, Counting by Sevens, available from Main Street Rag, and has published poems in journals such as Crack the Spine, Mom Egg Review, Wordgathering, Snapdragon, Riggwelter, as well as Cabinet of Heed. She lives in Jersey City, NJ and can be found online at and on Twitter @annwlace409.

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