Thread by @ImpermanentPoet

The Flame Would Someday Reach My Hand

How is it that we can walk the shores after a storm
With nothing more than our thoughts in mourn
And still find our way home?
How is it that the lies between you and me
fail to conceal
fail to reveal
a single truth?
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And how is it that a kingdom can rise
With the powers, fears, and lives of a world within
And still be reduced to rubble
A kid’s forgotten lesson?
How can it be that we stare death in the face and act like we do, every day?
We do that every single day
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If it’s true that the only two knowns in life are change and death
How can it be that we hold onto the past so?
If it’s true that all you need is love
Why is it laced with sadness so?
How is it that we’d sooner walk away from love
Than say we’re sorry
Or admit a wrong?
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How is it that I’d hold the candle
Lit by love
And see the wax dripping
with wick nearly nipping
To bring fire to my bare naked hand
And fear it
Knowing the flame was never meant to hurt
but simply to start life anew
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And that one day I too would have to choose
whether to strike the match
Knowing the flame would someday reach my hand
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