Burns

Trying to learn poetry by doing! Starting with some free verse. Image is an old burn on my own arm. (I am a baker)

I woke up by myself once

My time in hell was over

The flames even now still linger

Who knows when they’ll be bored?

But the burns began to heal on that morn

After I pushed through the scalding lies

After I withstood the immolating shame

The scars might never fade

But I know I’ll be okay

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Written for the Dragons & Butterflies Poetry Challenge · Hosted by Vision2Verse & Verdant Butterfly