"It Was a Pleasure to Burn"

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77407
United States
29° 40' 38.4348" N, 95° 43' 10.0272" W

"It was a pleasure to burn."

Those were the words

that I begged for my soul

For my heart

My bones

My lips to utter truly,

 

Truly.

That fire,

Was killed by a dying mother, 

A dead dear brother.

 

Instead of zealous insides

--A contained, beautiful flame--

I exist in the chaos of burning outsides. 

 

My Father's fire is steady.

His flame is perfect,

And lovely;

Burning. 

Beautifully.

 

My inferno lingers,

But His glow soothes the burns.

I'd rather die,

Than be in the shadow of His light.

 

So here I am.

Burning. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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