Fire cleanses, to the soul.
healing hurts.
but then that’s how the wounds close.
sewing you up.
fresh cells creating themselves from the universe.
and with your will to survive.
Believing is magic.
let’s burn tonight.
for the morning awaits.
for a fresh you.
and the snow ,
shall ease the burns.
soothe you down.
feel it dropping down your shoulders,
the remnants of the ashes.
from which you rose yesterday.
Cleansed.