Flames of Freedom

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Pressure and heat and

the presence of flames

(that deadly hellish

Trinity) made her

kindling temperature

an inevitability. And oh!

the pain,

the raw ooze as fire

tattooed skin; but as she

surrendered, her fear

went up in smoke. Her

selfishness and pride

burned away, searing

suffering soul, until only

true silver remained. Now,

her light is a beacon –

infinity’s fire – a

path of illumination for

others to follow the

Flames of Freedom.

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It’s pretty cool what you can do with a burning stick at a campfire…

She Had No Idea

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She had no idea she had it in her.

There was no way to measure

colour,

texture,

quality of light

until

she had been frozen,

burned,

eviscerated,

undone.

Now,

on shivering legs,

she takes her first tentative steps

into a newly forged reality.

She will fall, yes.

She will fail

and hurt

and fumble

but

she will be falling on her own terms,

failing and hurting and fumbling

on turf of her own choosing.

The knowledge

draws hues from

secret source within –

an iridescent radiance,

a glow glazed in the suffering place,

a fountain tapping into

the Deep,

and she oozes

hope…