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| Donna Birdwell |
A former lifetime on
the other side of the fire
is burnt away, leaving only
the phoenix.
There is no way back.
That path is burned, ashes.
I have arrived here, smudged
with the refiner's fire.
The old life seemed plenty ...
enough kindling, match, and fuel
to burn the unneeded away,
leaving only pure ashes,
carbon black to make ink
with falling rain and write
my path
into a new
story.
Freedom comes
in loss of
what no longer serves,
removing a clinging,
we would not release
on our own.
—Jeff Taylor
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