Burnt heart, grilled.
Hopes rose and are stilled.
There are too many events,
racing by at my fatigued expense.
I’ve got to let go of the cantankerous words that rattle in my soul.
It’s been years but they still linger,
they still hold me in a rusty old ringer.
I release the words to the fire’s blaze,
and strive to listen closer to nature’s gaze.
Ushering calm, without a qualm,
and pausing to remember a favorite Psalm.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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What a wild fire lol you taught me that 9 ft branches fit in a 3 ft fire ring 😆🤣😂 Time to sloooiwwwww doooownnnn and re-capture those hopes. 😊
This is saying " I love you, don't give up on me " to someone Take the power from the words that torch and chase the hopes, dear
I love the resolution at the end with releasing, listening and calm
This feels like a deep sigh! Some words burn but some heal. Here’s to choosing the ones that set you free.✨
Life so full of events and they keep coming in our mind but remembering a favorite Pslam will clam the soul. Thankyou.