I have on my left -
Dancing smoldering charcoal.
Did you wait? Have you finally given yourself permission?
You can feel the fabric smoldering,
Turning to ash,
Through the blaze that longs to be told!
A smouldering smokestack
Is it easy to wear?
To carry, to hold.
And know that it is in you.

October 4, 2021
19:43 p.m.

Maria W.
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