Light makes shadows
Until it reaches a brightness a man cannot know
I have felt old since I was a child
Am I the only one?
Will I be burned into nothing
Into Quiet ash?
It illuminates all fears and shame
Does it make known hope,
or Happiness?
I with wearied wind-worn skin
Cast about in darkness felt
By the eye and the heart
Waiting for the light.
A Soul's Walk 
You won’t be burned just renewed ! Wonderful writing !
I can smell the smoke already.
Beautiful!
Thank you. That means a little more coming from you because I like your own work a lot and you hardly ever comment. You are kind. Be well. Cheers.
Is there any chance you will be posting new (or old) pieces on your blog anytime soon?
I am hoping. I spent several months in limbo with my old site auto-forwarding to a new blog which was killed by the web designer from hell. I recently got my access back to the original blog… now I just have to get back in the habit of writing (this ordeal sucked my creativity right out the window). I’m hoping to post something today… if I can remember how 🙂
I look forward to it sister. Cheers.