Aug 2014
My childhood was filled with Sundays
full of hellfire and brimstone
that burned more bridges down
than they ever built
As a child, my curiosity ran wild
always questioning the unquestioned
and all too often, the answer given
sounded more like a parable than epiphany
As an adult, knowledge became flame
setting fire to the things once held as sacred and true
and I had to choose to either rise, a Phoenix, or
spend my life sifting through the ashes
Such a simple journey for some, but I took the long way home
full of hellfire and brimstone
that burned more bridges down
than they ever built
As a child, my curiosity ran wild
always questioning the unquestioned
and all too often, the answer given
sounded more like a parable than epiphany
As an adult, knowledge became flame
setting fire to the things once held as sacred and true
and I had to choose to either rise, a Phoenix, or
spend my life sifting through the ashes
Such a simple journey for some, but I took the long way home
(48/M/Washington D.C)
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