Purging fire

Flaming feathers,

 uplift our hearts.

 Releasing,

 tainted fears in me.

Warmth,

 the coldest darkest parts.

Returning,

 blessing’s unto thee.

 

Sprit fire,

melt this scared soul.

Becoming liquid,

 purging trance.

Purified as gold,

restored, whole.

Beckoning flames,

 with you I dance.

 

I fear not,

 the flame nor the pain.

I free myself,

 finally free.

Old worries, 

now washed and slain.

A purged soul,

 I now will be.

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[EMF]

Anyway you look at this, it is faultless. From the phraseology, to the flow, to the beat. Indeed, set to music it would be just as good. A superb poem, handled like a true professional

[Kimberly "Melody" Carney]

You are so very kind. Thank you ;)

[Brittany]

It's never to late to be purged and freed. Beautiful write.

[Kimberly "Melody" Carney]

Oh how truly spoken!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

And like the Phoenix she will rise above all the hate and pain that tried to burn up her spirit. Oh a very empowering poem.

[Liza]

brilliant and intense; liberating and extinguishing...

[Kimberly "Melody" Carney]

I am so very glad you enjoyed it;)

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Loved it! I adore the positive spirit in your work :)

[Kimberly "Melody" Carney]

You are always so very kind, Thank you! The darker the day, the easier it is to see the light…it’s all a simple matter of focus ;)