Burning from the inside out

I recall a day

When I lay

in green grass

Gazing up at the sun

to stop the time there.

A memory not lost, instead emblazoned on my mind

like a vision born in a child’s imagination,

daft, playful and frail.

She looking back at me, that sphere of fire

burning the instance

into my soul and

resurrecting a phoenix

inside the chamber

that holds my desires.

I burst out of this reminiscent aviary

- born anew - with wings

to pilot a new path

to soar above

all the possibilities of tomorrow.

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There is fire inside all of us -waiting to be released and born to wander, to inspire, to burn brightly for the world to see.