Saturday Scribbles

2013-07-08 10.07.39

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.

Chelsey Whitlow



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