Smoldering I lay there in a pile

Premature of the goal and flight of my soul

Eagles soar

My feet grew weary

I started fierce

Only to be humbled by my own dream

Discouraged by the gainsayers

And the flash started

Then the flame

The tongue struck words

A wild fire began

Starting at my new identity, my worth, and what I deserve

And in no particular order without disguise

Backfire

When I tried to flee

Engulfing what's left of me

So here I am on my knees smoldering

As it may seem

I'm glad is not how it is

You promised me beauty for these useless ashes

Oil of joy for mourning

I gladly accept the trade

To mend my broken heart that I know you can heal

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