Today’s scribble is a little midnight rambling scrawled across the back of a magazine after waking from a very vivid dream.
Because sometimes our insides claw their way to the surface….
My blood crackles like boiling water
Beneath my skin,
Fighting to breach the surface.
A relentless burn,
fueled from the broken deep;
A deep thirsting for new life.
Buried, stifled, smothered…
For a lifetime of fear.
Relief is found when this boil turns to flame,
And the fire finally reduces the old to beautiful ash…
And from the ash rises beauty once again.