C. S. Thurman

This last month has just been exhausting! We’ve done a lot of moving around at our house and installing some new things. For instance, we have acquired new flooring and plan to put in some new carpet very soon. I also feel that I have been emotionally drained. For the past month it has been hard to want to write anything, and I mean anything. Perhaps it’s because I haven’t been doing enough to get the sleep that I need, or maybe I need to exercise more. It could be a plethora of other things that I’m not aware of, but the point is I haven’t been feeling myself when it comes to writing. I plan on fixing that soon.

I’ve decided that instead of my posts happening on the 1st and 15th of every month, I will be doing 1 monthly post on the 16th as I feel that would be better for my health and wellbeing.

Instead of a short story this month I have instead a poem that I wrote titled Fire Blood. I wrote it for a poetry class that I had while still in school, and it was published in an anthology here on Amazon along with a few other poems I had written. Here it is.

Fire Blood
Fire runs through my veins.
My body burns brightly in the dark.
I hoard many precious things, of which I am called vain.
But none dare approach me because of my spark.
The bright sky is my domain,
But I love less the sun than the cold touch of my bed.
Yet I love the shine of gold and silver
Which I require for a hard prick in my bed
To remind myself,
In case I forget with my thick head,
That I
Am not real.

And if I am not real
Then what am I
A monster in children’s stories
A symbol for evil
A symbol for good
The image of the devil
The giver of knowledge
A God
A Slayer of Kings and Knights
How can I be
All these Things
And yet still
I am not real