About healing…
Gentle flames at first Then scorched to bone This is it I thought I chose the thorns Wrapped in sweet gold I ran at first Chasing waterfalls A lake I found As I turned to dust Cowardice kills Fear breeds decay But the water’s dance Serene and brave Healed all my wounds A siren I became Reborn Fierce and pure I despise the blaze And those who apologize While holding the match But I’m water now Today I breathe Intact I am
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Wow, so much to unpack here -- and decipher -- you should have a reading group like Matt has. Healing here, yes, but also learning and changing, a whole character arc in one short poem. Masterful!