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Ablaze.
Ablaze…

My heart burns as it recoils into its flesh.
I feel my soul transforming as it foils into its nest.
Peace and stability, it’s what my heart seeks and speaks for.
When I write my poetry, it’s what I retreat for.

Ablaze.
Ablaze… As mind transforms from its craze.
Learning to life day by day.
In some manic maze, I’ve been dreaming yet, rushing.
I’ve been competing, but not loving.

Ablaze.

Conflicted because I miss who I was, but now love who I am.
If possible, I’d live both lives simultaneously if I can.
On Wednesday I am lax, on Thursday I am full out in desire.

But ablaze.
Ablaze.
Ablaze.

My soul is on fire.