The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Lessons I Learnt Wearing Ash

For far too long 
I had allowed myself
to be scorched 
by constant heartbreaks
and broken dreams 
through the flames of the enemy
constantly spinning my wheels
and seeking my security and self worth
from empty vessels who cannot
provide me with the water and fire
I need to sustain my eternal
health and soul
all the did was drain my energy away
until my soul is cremated 
into a heap of ash
as black as a wreath 
at a funeral procession
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McBride  Avatar
April 20, 2023 at 8:07 PM
This is a great way to express this, strength and courage within of the spirit guiding : )
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