hope
like the red sun rising
through burning forests
is beautiful and terrifying
Labored breaths,
as though smoke-filled,
burn as they are drawn in
reluctantly
in need of life, like me
Aching from self-abuse
and misuse, yet
my heart hurts more
Hoping that after the fire,
like a Jack Pine,
I'll become something new
Rather than a phoenix,
rising again only to burn
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