the alchemist.

it always starts with pain
with fear
its the only way she knows
to get my attention
fanning the flames within,
molten lava in my veins

the pain becomes the alchemist
burning black
the wreckage
seeking depths
calling forth
the darkest
inspiring what feels like
endless confusion

chaos giving way –
as the pain burns brightly
cleansing
clearing…

vacillation
from the shadow
to the light
still much left
to find
and release
find
and release
ever awaiting the dawn
to awaken
to myself
once more

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