Inner Space

In this inner space our fires rage
but do not consume a thing –
Save the self that feeds a mind
never weaned from envy, hatred or fear,
insecurities fed by an imagination twisted and raw.
Could this fire not burn another fuel?
One made of hope,
Dug up from dreams long buried in the earth
Childhood memories all but forgotten,
what we always wanted:
to do,
to learn,
to be?

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6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. zendictive
    Dec 03, 2011 @ 20:37:09

    nice write(~_~) I really liked this line

    “Could this fire not burn another fuel?
    One made of hope,”

    Reply

  2. Becky
    Dec 04, 2011 @ 19:53:35

    “One made of hope” — love that.

    Reply

  3. Poets Rally
    Dec 07, 2011 @ 16:16:05

    incredible.

    notice that you won the perfect poet award for poets rally week 57, welcome take it,

    fabulous poetry along the way, truly enjoyed your lasting support.

    keep rocking.
    smiles.

    xoxox

    Reply

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