Friday, June 3, 2011

Burn the pain

And there I sat
In that sacred place
That place of wonder
That place of death.

Eager and anxious
Impatient as always
I did it
I used something
I swore i would not

As the fire raced through my body
I felt it
I felt the fade weaken
The walls break down
the bindings, unbound.

Free and safe
Sound and strong
Born of darkness
and of fire

It burns.

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