Atone In the Fire
A thimble full of joys
is all that It will take,
to carry me through a fire
unto a new days wake
As Pandora’s box was opened
a curious creature looked within,
her mother always warning
that her downfall would be sin
But here within this moment
of discovery past the veils,
it was the killer of the cat
that made this spirit fail
With no regrets in pockets
I fill them up with hope,
the love and gentle messages
are the lifelines used to cope
When pain is carving his name
in the marrow of my bones,
a joy of the world fires me
this mind turns to atone
Building with no blocks
till loving hands assist,
in glowing lights all over
my will to live persists
And when I start to pale
as I sometimes do,
turn to look inside me
and I open up the flue
Once the blaze is lit
that no man can extinguish,
a spirit sits beside me
in time I’ll not be vanquished
And reaching for the end
singing peace to all my days,
I will soldier on beside him
beneath my wake does blaze
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