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Jun 2011 · 785
Scars
Gary Foreman Jun 2011
There lives in this world a flame
It burns with a wild and free spirit
But with grace and gentleness
Captivating, beauty personified
It doesn't roar but it purrs
My life was blessed to have been touched by its soul
When the world saw to test my body and break my will
The flame would comfort, caress and embrace me
No matter the trials I faced it's warmth would empower me
If I was far from home it would guide back to its love
In my arrogance I forgot to tend the flame
It needed fuel to burn so bright
Compassion, Understanding and a foundation
Without these a gap began to form between us
Now it caresses and comforts someone else
And I am left alone in the never ending dark
A void and dessolate dark
Where I have no protection from harsh realities and demons
What was once majestic fire has manifested itself nightmares
I can still sense the flicker of the flame
Dancing its delicate dance with him
Closing my eyes I reach out to it
But the very force that once sheilded me from hurt
Becomes the very impliment to inflict it
Burning and scolding with a fury to match its beauty
Every lash feels like my death coil
But still I reach out
Hoping, praying that I will be once again envolpoed in its refuge
I know it is through my own carelessness
That my hands are covered in scars
But still I reach out
When I ask myself if should continue, all I can answer is
I regret my failure
I regret that I only have two hands to butcher

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