Flames
In this world, there is fire.
Fire that can destroy cities.
Fire that can deface forests.
Fire that can kill.
However,
There is a fire in my heart.
Burning in my soul.
And although it does not destroy,
Or deface,
Or kill,
It hurts.
This fire in my heart.
Sometimes it makes me want to scream
Because of how badly it hurts.
Sometimes it makes me want to cry
Because of how badly it hurts.
Sometimes I do.
But sometimes I feel like the flames are a barrier,
A wall that separates me from you.
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Holding On While Letting Go
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've been writing since September of 2013 about various topics--my life, the world, love, things that are important to me, meaningful to me. What will they mean to you, if anything at all? Will my efforts have been in v...
