Flames of Renewal

A Poem

Photo by Chirag Nayak on Unsplash

Arising from the ground.

Unsure of what I’m becoming

I move forward,

through uncertain terrain.

Unsure if I can find my way.

Life doesn’t stop

The waves keep on crashing.

Fire, at last, speaks in the language of becoming.

Flames flickering beneath moonlight

Wolves howling in the night.

Unknown transformation

Hiding beneath sacred shadows

Reaching out with open hands

A life lived outside of plan

We find our way

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