I have been fighting wars all week.
Days just keep running into each other
Anger, hurt, sad. Repeat.
“When will it end?”
Yesterday, I realised not until the fire burned everything down.
Standing in the fire I don’t feel like a phoenix.
I’m just another blade of grass on the field of life.
Lost not found.
Consumed for consumption. Combusting.
Unable to protect and shield all I hold dear.
Rain. Fall, please.
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