Follow the Fire
Hidden, the smoldering fire of rage
sparked, searing the sanctity of my soul
darkened my view of every day
deepened the belief I’d ne’er be whole.
The fire craved release, not reclamation,
for it had torched the innocence of youth
ignited an incendiary need
to torch all those who hid behind lies truth.
And yet the fire purified its gold
although the burnished soul was ne’er the same
for deep within the embers sadly wails
a soul that hadn’t sinned yet bore the shame.
So do not judge its anger without pause
for soul’s are often shaped by evil’s claws.
©12/10/2022
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment