Ember

I catch myself staring off into the distance, though my mind has been somewhere else.

Memories of passionate fire and flames stalk my mind and demand to be remembered.

How they had been nurtured and fanned into a persistent roar, before we lost ourselves to the luster.

A ring of fire that became a round of applause.

Those flames have all but died, but I remember the fire.

Branded up upon my wrists, willing me to stoke the embers that remain.

The hot ash glowing bright as the winds of come through in strong bursts to kick up the dust that has settled.

Whipping across my face and threatening to re-ignite that old thing within me again.

But the blaze purifies and allows it to emerge now as something brand new.

Combustion smoldering and building with every consideration.

Something arising from its genuine origin point, a funeral pryre.

A familiar nest of death and rebirth.

Sacred and intense.

Allowing the devastation of the fire to behold the rejuvenation that I have been praying for.

Warming my body and bones.

Bringing me back to life.

❤️‍🔥MH

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