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burning
by Gira BryantI throw myself upon the pyre of love
Again, again, again and again
The flames leap upon my skin,
Burning, scorching, consuming, taking
Yet still - broken, bruised, with missing parts
I rise and rise again
I throw myself there because it is
The only life worth living
My compulsion to become overcomes
All thought of self-preservation
That which is burned truly away
Sacrificed to fire
Was never really me to begin with.
I am burned more pure that I may
Be fully me, fully myself
Only myself.
05/31/2007 Posted on 10/29/2007
Copyright © 2024 Gira Bryant
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/29/07 at 08:09 PM The imagery here is outstanding!!! |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/29/07 at 09:56 PM yes...love does this... and we more beautiful in its flames so rush for beauty's sake and for...the love of passion's fire! you illustrate so well! |
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