The depth of her soul revealed.

The raw emotion seeping out and softly rising and boiling over. Caught between the pain and pressures of lives that are, and one that could be. Is it real or just a dream, these feelings she feels.

The demons inside twisting and rotting swirl with the flames of passion, daring to peek out. She stuffs them as they scratch and claw to the surface stubbornly refusing to obey.

Giving in, for an instant and feeling the burn of the flame that now rages inside. The mind fighting the heat and her soul. As the strings are tugged and pulled in all directions at one time. She screams and cries with passion and fear.   Longing for answers to appear.....

Strength and courage rise to meet her, walking with her down this dangerous path.

This poem is about: 
Me

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