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the plight of moving forward in life
by Jared Fladeland
moving on from here
is like stepping to the edge
of a bonfire,
the kind that warmed you to the bone
the night before the big homecoming football game
where everyone hooted and hollered
but you were just standing there,
staring at the fire leaping pirouettes
through the crisp October air.
you're stepping to the edge,
and you want to keep on walking
through the fire,
through the orange glow of uncontrollable physics,
to be consumed by the fire that looks so inviting.
but you know that'd be suicide.
03/15/2008 Posted on 03/15/2008
Copyright © 2024 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 03/15/08 at 04:45 PM Every new breath leaps to life on the suicide of the last one... |
| Posted by Marjorie Anne Reagan on 05/22/08 at 06:14 PM You could just have someone accidentally kick the hot flames on to your flip flop and uncovered foot like I did. LOL
Put your arms in the air and step away from the fire sometimes things are actually too hot.
Literally and figuratively. Nice read. |
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