Rekindle
a flame that
burnt too bright
and scorched
your existence,
leaving charred pieces
that rebuilt into better.
Are you really wiling
to risk everything
again?
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Rekindle
a flame that
burnt too bright
and scorched
your existence,
leaving charred pieces
that rebuilt into better.
Are you really wiling
to risk everything
again?
Changed by tragedy,
a body wrapped
with scars
that bare your pain
to the world.
Do you remember
who you were,
even if they don’t?
Fall
with no net
but trust your own
body
to save you,
twist to safety
and dazzle the watchers.
You were born for this,
don’t stop falling.
The assembling of importance
to confuse.
Delegating
or blaming,
what will be
the outcome?
Fit in
and adjust
or break away
and risk punishment
for a job
well done.
When did this
become normal
and make more sense
to them
then efficiency?
Pop the ache
with strain and stretch
then lay down
with satisfied peace,
even if the pain
still exists.
Wince and flinch
throughout the day
but feel relief
at the normal cycle
and hope it means
a future
is still possible.
Stubborn streak
emerges
when no one
is willing to listen.
An echo of your past self
trying to be assertive?
Or one last attempt
to feel
you can matter.
Return to familiar grey
and sigh into
the monotone of routine.
Can you settle back in
and wait
to feel alive
and free?
Quiver with resistance,
instincts denied
to please others,
showing a calmer approach
and unlocking
better choices
to enjoy.
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