Saturday, September 10, 2022

Illuminate

I made a strand 
of paper hearts 
And set them 
all ablaze
A new ritual 
of sorts
To cast their light 
on somber days
The fire turned 
my life into art
And Illuminated 
better ways




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All the grief that swallows us whole is pooling over the edges and bleeding into everything; changing the shape of what it touches.