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Maggie evans Aug 2017
FIRE AND ICE...

Fire n ice within my soul causing brain freeze,
it's beyond my limits to stop it.
The fire crackles dancing flames of crimson red , burning orange a blaze.
Burn welts upon my internal self,
it dances with flickering height.

Ice so cold it sticks to my inner soul,
icicles so sharp freezing points into my heart.
Internal heat battles to blunt it's points,
i cannot slow it's growth but feel it's numbing pain.

I freeze n burn equally an inside battle,
far hidden from eyes of those that cannot comprehend.
This daily torture on my very soul,
it cannot and will not stop.
I'M tired.

Eyes hold the portal to the battle beneath the skin that hides it all to well.
I feel sick.

Tomorrow I will rise once more,
like a Phoenix from the ashes of my mind.
I spread my wings, I fly,
I cry.
sometimes writing is the only thing that makes sense

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