The Burning Bowl
a paper full of
thoughts sharp
enough to cut
the place where
they sit -- her
pencil moving
across the paper
with fire...and fire
awaits these old
broken bits of
doubts, so-called
failtures, and hurts
the music in the
sanctuary brush-
strokes against
this new canvas
of a new year, new
goals, new life
the new paper
holding the new
goals
one by one the
negative burned
in the bowl after
being held to a
flame of a pillar
candle...
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