After Fire, Forgiveness...

Silent sliver of happiness lifting the aftershock off of my chest harnessing sparks 'till they smoke out and burn warming my skin glowing orange. This happiness rolls on my tongue like desire like an ember escaped from a once rolling fire to burn and ignite on it's own magnitude sweet in it's aftertaste charred I once walked through flames and still lived with emotion intact but with little to give Singed down to the bone, broken raw and distraught with smoke laden dreams in my lungs This silent sliver slept on in the burrows of tragedy temperance as my tender lost countenance healed my happiness, wounded, survived Only the memory creases my brow with integrity embracing stability now I taste truth as only the once burned ones do and steady my breathing deliberate Silently, happiness wakes me alive despite all the pain, on devotion I thrive To smolder in anger is pure suicide in a steady red rage to combust...