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Fire
I am a wildfire,
burning alone in the middle of nowhere
I wish I were a meadow
in the middle of somewhere enchanted.
my devotion
was the ocean’s depth
never-ending,
hard to reach,
but not impossible.
I could devour
with love,
with care,
with happiness—
yet some found me unlovable,
hard to cope with,
hard to give up something for.
still,
I held on
to that gust of wind,
my flickering hope
to find someone
worth loving,
worth giving up for,
my resilience—
like tree roots,
buried deep,
hard and unbrittle
standing again,
again
after every heartpain.
I search still,
for warmth,
for a blanket of love
I once dreamed of...
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Becoming trude from the ruins
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