You burnt a hole through my heart
But not with malice, with love.
The fire You brought cauterised my wounds,
Staunched their bleeding
Allowed healing to begin.
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The fire hurts so beautifully
It allows me to grow
Born again from the ashes of my wounded heart
Saved by Your fire and Your love.
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Dancing in the beauty of Your flames
I feel at peace
Renewed, growing, pushing forward into true life.
This is how I begin.
About the Creator
Jene Stone
Poet, performer, queer, disabled, lover of all things unusual
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