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The Fire
I retreat to my
cavernous dwellings
it is a most
welcome reprieve
the fire’s
on my back
gently weeping
the eyes of fear
abhorring deeply
razor lines
repeatedly cutting
splitting fibers
of skin
with their heat
as I age
only becoming
more familiar
with this fetter
I taste
sickly sweet
Published 8th Feb 2018
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8th Feb 2018 3:59am
such a heartbreaking write :-( let the fire burn out and replace it with the warmth of love
I will always be here for you <3 <3
warm love and hugs :-) <3
I will always be here for you <3 <3
warm love and hugs :-) <3
10th Feb 2018 2:43pm
No man is an island. Instead we are vessels navigating both beautiful and treacherous seas. Without Lighthouses our fate would be sealed, shattered against the clefts.
Thank goodness you have one guiding you away from those jagged rocks. 💕
Excellent poem of Truth and reality in so many lives. Lives that haven't yet found their light amid the storm.
Thank goodness you have one guiding you away from those jagged rocks. 💕
Excellent poem of Truth and reality in so many lives. Lives that haven't yet found their light amid the storm.
10th Feb 2018 5:02pm
Such truth in your words Ahavati! This voyage would know no treasure were it not for the light of Love's guiding compass to steer my ship strong =)
Thank you for sharing your thoughts poetess <3
Thank you for sharing your thoughts poetess <3
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16th Sep 2018 2:45pm
“Been there cut that“ -what a quip!
It catches me off guard at times, years later to feel the random sting while seemingly nothing relevant triggers it. Wise of you though, the observation that sometimes feeling something is better than the vast nothingness of loneliness.
Thank you for sharing yourself Todski.
It catches me off guard at times, years later to feel the random sting while seemingly nothing relevant triggers it. Wise of you though, the observation that sometimes feeling something is better than the vast nothingness of loneliness.
Thank you for sharing yourself Todski.
