Mind On Fire Pt.2

The days when my mind was ablaze

May have passed, but my structures are still smouldering,

Vulnerable to any oxygen-whisper of a memory

That could re-ignite the flames.

I tip-toe, terrified amongst the saw dust of today, I am still

Unable to let go of the matchsticks of the past.

I can only hope that no awoken memory has the force

To shake them out of my hand.