With tears in my eyes and blood on my wrist I walk through the fire burning. The smoke hitting my skin the pain is immense and infinite but my head is high and my legs are steady as I push through the fire, charging like a warrior ready for battle. And when I exit I won't die I will be burned but I will heal because I've walked through the fire a million times.
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Ryan's Poetic Collection (HEARTBREAK AND HEALING)
PoetryA selection of poetic pieces of writing about emotions.
