“As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.” – Pablo Neruda
Falling down on the floor of my potential
Feeling the weight of my air
Escaping slowing from hope
I press back the fury of slipping dreams
Knowing I can do more than breathe
I grab at the invisible never releasing
Lifting up my head I refuse the loss
I will again ignite my destiny
With the passion of prairie fire
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