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Burning

I feel the fire of desire burn

For dreams unfulfilled

And for pain that settled around a heart

So often watchful and alone

So often driven into silence

Is it any wonder

I seek the comfort of trees

And look to the green leaves

For soothing

As our country burns

Sometimes I experience this yearning for

An after life

Where I can rest peacefully

Within the warm in embrace of those

I loved deeply

Who have passed

I forget the fact that life may be

Full of possibility

For new connections

But can we turn it around

Now

Sometimes I question why

I see death everywhere

And seek comfort in the dark

I want to shield my eyes

From all of this pain, intolerance

Ignorance and strife

And look towards a warmer happier sunrise

But then all I see is the sun burning up

The softness of the leaves

Driven by white mans

Disconnection and greed

And then I wonder

When humans will wake

And stop this world

From burning


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Published by: emergingfromthedarknight

"The religious naturalist is provisioned with tales of natural emergence that are, to my mind, far more magical than traditional miracles. Emergence is inherent in everything that is alive, allowing our yearning for supernatural miracles to be subsumed by our joy in the countless miracles that surround us." Ursula Goodenough How to describe oneself? People are a mystery and there is so much more to us than just our particular experiences or occupations. I could write down a list of attributes and they still might not paint a complete picture pf Deborah Louise and in any case it would not be the full truth of me. I would say that my purpose here on Wordpress is to express some of my random experiences, thoughts and feelings, to share about my particular journey and explore some subjects dear to my heart, such as emotional recovery, healing and astrology while posting up some of the prose/poems which are an outgrowth of my labours with life, love and relationships. If anything I write touches you I would be so pleased to hear for the purpose of reaching out and expressung ourselves is hopefully to connect with each other and find where our souls meet.

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  2. Love this poem, I can relate you are lucky to have places to go for relief. I have nowhere to go except close the door on the life around me and sit with my cats Tabitha and Jemima who are at the door to welcome me in the home.

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  4. Hey Deborah stay safe.. Iā€™m thinking of you. Beautiful words and very sad too. The double edge sword. Much love to you ā¤ļø

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