Thoughts recollected in Tranquility

Heart of the Hearth

Burning wood

in the hearth

Burning in Orange

oh so enticing

but I’d rather

be like the smoke

for it’s bewitching.

I want to burn

burn like the wood

and be one

with the fire

Burn till all my pain

turn to ashes

and till the flesh

turns to dust.

And I’ll rise,

rise like the smoke

and like the smoke

I’ll show my true colors

for I am grey.

I’ll rise,

rise above the clouds

and float above the Sea

like a wanderer.

For I am the smoke

unwanted by anybody

Produced by everybody.

But still I’m the heart of the hearth..

And when the fire is out I shall reign.



Written for the Flash Fiction Challenge


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