Look into the fire. If you dare.
It’s where you put all of me.
The parts that didn’t fit.
The things that displeased.
Those uncomfortable bits.
On that pyre we burned.
The ashes washed in rain,
Pressure from the sun bore
down and the coals became
flashing gems, diamond fire.
Thank you.
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Version II
All the things that were ‘too much’
became kindling in the stones.
Burn that which you don’t care
to understand, or know. Burn it.
But you walked away before
the flames finally died down.
You walked away before you saw
me rise from the ashes anew.
Tempering and grace in flames.
Refined and sharpened.
Dragging embers you burnt the
bridges and I stood to enjoy
the warmth and flames.
It rained, the ashes washed
away and the river runs free.
You walked away and missed
every amazing thing that came.
Thank you.
Some bridges need to be burnt.
Some fires don’t destroy.
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