You're trying to heal while still burning, a paradox, harsh and concerning.
Flames lick your wounds, a searing test no time to pause, no chance to rest.
Each bitter ash, each glowing coal settles deep within your soul.
You seek relief, a soothing balm, but fire leaves no room for calm.
In scorching heat, you try to mend, while embers threaten to extend.
You douse one blaze, another starts; pain's wildfire claims all parts.
Some say, "Let burns turn into scars," but yours still glow like falling stars.
How can you patch what's still aflame?
How soothe a heart that's yet to tame?
You're caught between two battling needs; to cool the burns, to pluck the seeds of growth that only fire brings;
The phoenix's resilient wings.
You're trying to heal while still burning, a valiant act, a desperate yearning.
In life's forge, this much is true; sometimes the flame must reshape you.
Yet in this crucible of pain, know this; you will not burn in vain.
For in this blaze, you're not just coping you're being forged, still hoping.
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Penny for a Poem
PoetryI just write what I see in others or feel, leave your thoughts. If you have any feelings you'd like me to write out lemme know
