poetry

I may wear my past upon my skin..

 

There’s a fire within me that most will never see.

It’s kept me warm during frigid times…

when my heart was frozen and refused to pulse.

When I couldn’t leave my bed for fear of the coldness in this world…

the flames nipped and enticed my soul – thawing just enough of my self worth to encourage me… to try again, and again.

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