to those coals that
shield my heart from frost.
they burn at night
and their ashes resurrect.
they fall as dew
on every spring's morning.
it is that fire that
beholds the ability to keep the demons
from scarring my soul.
but they are that tsunami of
hopelessness
that engulf me in a
cascade of my darkness
and these coals ignite,
what i believe
are the ashes of the
arsoned bane
of my
existence.
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