Fire is a poem dedicated to the last day of in-person counselling. An ode to what is going, what is gone, and what is to come. I hope this speaks to you like it spoke to me suddenly on this final day.

What does it mean? Trauma, what do they mean? Traumatized. What do I do? Traumatic how am I doing?

Even in the chaos, I love you…

O’ the winds and waves they struggle, O’ observe how they churn, O’ the water spew and bubble, O’ the breath fresh air yearn.