Greek Fire
As I lingering in the doorway
Looking upon everything that was destroyed
By the fire of circumstance
I think to myself
“My god how does one soul
survive so much for so long?
How does one find themselves in the midst
Of the chaos thrown at her to bury her soul?”
Easy you keep getting up.
Instead of the fire that is trying to destroy me
I became the fire
I no longer accepted what I use too
I am no longer the door mat
To feet that will not walk for me
I am no longer the ear that listens
To voices that speak over mine
I am no longer the rock
To people who just wanted to throw me
In the river and watch me drowned
I am no longer the compassion I have shown
To others who just hide behind selfishness
I no longer tolerate anything less
then what I deserve~JAZ~
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