I Let My Fire Burn Down
I finally found my way home.
I’m not sure how far I traveled,
but I did wander further than planned.
It may be different for some,
but I became hopelessly lost.
I closed my eyes for half a second.
then woke up in the dark.
That was ten years ago now.
Though the forest is still green
and the ocean still blue,
nothing else looks the same.
Lately, I’ve let my fire burn down.
The stories I tell are no longer heroic.
I use words like meaningful and deliberate.
I mine my heart for the love I share.
“Love in its essence is spiritual fire.”
This poem was written on May 18, 2023.
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