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[poem] Rude Awakening

Rude Awakening
July 26, 2014

It wasn't how I imagined it would be,
my being set on fire,
my heart of bursting flames,
the heat of the fury and heartache
consuming all I was,
what I thought I had been.

I had hardened to ice by sunrise
though I'd simmered all the way through
the lonely emptiness that night.

It was a rude awakening to discover,
to have grown all new skin
and replaced everything within
but it was better to die and be reborn
than to remain who I had been.

(c) Bethany Moore 2014



Jul. 27th, 2014 05:41 am (UTC)
This poem kind of scares me.
Jul. 27th, 2014 07:49 am (UTC)
Jul. 27th, 2014 03:33 pm (UTC)
Oh no that isn't necessarily a bad thing.