![]() LanternA Poem by The Pilgrim
It has always been there,
the burning deep inside. Some days, it is welcoming, like the warmth of a heart-fire in the bleak cold of winter. On others, it is persistent, a nagging spark that starts roughly and settles discomfortingly in his core. And still, there are days when it rages, becoming a turbulent forest fire that blazes inside him until it finally bursts from its blistered shell. Then, it burns within and around him. He has watched his scorched world fall to ash over and over and over again, yet he still manages to keep himself lit. © 2018 The Pilgrim |
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