Fireplace - A.Z
3 friends, looking at a fire
Paper burning,
written on it are words that hurt,
Words that followed,
Words that changed,
Words that had to go.All three of them, standing there
Carrying a heavy backpack full of hurt,
Hurt that destroys,
Hurt that makes sad,
Hurt that kills.In front of them, a small fire
Burning away the words that hurt,
Words that followed,
Words that changed,
Words that had to go.With the paper burns away the hurt,
Not for forever,
Not for a day,
But for the moment.A way to let go of the hurt.
Of trying to let go,
Not for forever,
Not for a day,
But for the moment.A spark of hope. Only a small one.
An act of support. Without words.3 friends, looking at a fire,
Carrying a heavy backpack full of hurt,
Different hurt, caused by different things.
But 1 thing connects them.
They are hurting,
And they are trying to let go,
Not for forever,
Not for a day,
But for the moment.~dedicatedto the friends that hurt, with the words that followed and the hurt thatdestroyed.