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Burning Bright

to be human

By Kayla ManeenPublished about a year ago 1 min read
Burning Bright
Photo by Paul Bulai on Unsplash

A rock—existing

weathering the storms of life

too tired to go on.

Can you hear me, God?

Tears have flowed like rain for you;

heal this raging storm.

Breathe in; breathe out—sigh

whispered voices in the night

Who am I, I wonder.

A flash of passion

burning hot—oh!—burning bright

dies before it lived.

sad poetry

About the Creator

Kayla Maneen

Truthseeker. Storyteller. Heroine of my own adventure. I’m a study of contrasts—an ouroboros eating her own darkness to spit out the light. Pain and hope exist within us, reflected in our stories. Read a few that I’ve created for you.

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