"Healing" by Eleanor

Pain comes in layers
Flashes of rage to burn the world
And tears to put out the fire
The see-saw of shame and none
Blame and none
The terror of raiding
My soul
The bastards.

Then somewhere inside
The heat begins
Like a tiny candle.
Gone again
Back to almost nothing.
Never nothing.
It stays
So far down
It’s almost lost
But its there.

I need to know its there.

 
 

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