The One Who Sits in the Fire

When i t read this poem in 20 14, when i was like in the depths of writing, come as you are. I mean, every artist knows how hard it is to make things. The better i do it, the more i am required to wound myself and get sort of uncomfortably real with some people that are not my family. There will be no immediate family who will just forgive me no matter what because they have to.