Scorched lumbar, supporting the base of dancing flames
Mocking my aspirations, as it’s anguish
Boils my blood,
And burns my face
I watch,
Stupefied as it shines with all its glory
Burning my mind,
As the wild flames flicker in the reflection of my eyes
Taunting me to come closer
With each step my eyes are fixated on it’s beauty
Snarls crack from the wood as it whips itself around tirelessly
Doubt polluting my mind through the black smoke
Perhaps my hesitation is a blessing,
Even though the end of my hair became fringed from the anguish within
My passion is just an extension of this blazing pit
Smoldering as embers drip from my lips,
Words wildly flicking off the tongue
And just as quick as the fire spreads,
So are rumors,
Infectious.
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Sibley Shamra
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Love the fiery intensity in this one!! The insights you’ve woven in your words are so profound “Perhaps my hesitation is a blessing,” very true words indeed! Not many people realize the power in taking a step back and reflecting on your actions, especially in this fast spaced world we live in now. This is such a beautiful poem!!👏🏾
Soo true!!