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by Hazel (Dancing Rivers) Phillips-Dube Dec 14, 2017
I quite miss the uncertainty
of the roaring gales of fire
that were once the heart of this world...
For in those moments of uncertainty
imagination was as ripe as a sweet melon
whose juices flowed freely for all.
Yet I find myself quite uncertain
of the many roads to adventure
as they seem to leave me charred...
How could it be
that once I was as innocent
as the child that grew in my womb
Yet today I find scars in the pages
torn from the book of my soul
the many un-uttered phrases
Which may have saved my soul.
Indeed it was in those pages
that I found solace
I found the passions of life
In the darkest caves of my being
there I found my true power
the light within the darkness.
Still I feel as though somehow
with one subtle glimpse perhaps,
I could reignite that fire
Burning away all that was sweet
Giving rise to a phoenix
an array of delirious hazy blooms
of sparkling passion.
I am the phoenix, yet...
I find my wings to heavy to bare
the ashes hold us down
The fire consumes all mearth
An incredible piece Hazel
This is a beautiful, soul baring write that captured me from start to end.
by Dagmar Wilson
I am speechless. This is beautiful. Add to my favorite. All the very best
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