The fire has been too long
inside my soul, hiding
all my tears, abiding
with my broken heart in sorrowful song.
Oh, if only days could wind me back, undo wrong,
I could release these tears
into the rain of their making.
--With heart quaking
lose all my fears
put them away
in the act of forming--
The sun, behind clouds, still promises day.
The shadow of this pain
hides in smoke from my flames,
me, neath this wire frame.
I lower my guard, lift my face to rain.
My healing may take forever, this bane
has set my soul in drought
my heart in the midst of sorrow
--but tomorrow--
this fire burns out.
I dance away
in the act of forming
clouds, that part, revealing the promised day.
Please tell me what you think
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this poem is beautifully written.
i love how it can form to other peoples idea of leaving your own way.
ha i dont make sense
but anyway its great -
A beautiful poem that can be interpreted in many ways.
I love the way it was written, so honest and true.
"My healing may take forever, this bane
has set my soul in drought"
I love that part, and I can relate because I know how it feels knowing that the healing will take forever.
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