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Smelling the fire within

I stand at my kitchen counter

Slicing onions finely

I run across the dessert

My hair flying madly

I wash the clothes that

Have been piling up

Run run run, like the wind

And I never stop

I iron all the clothes

Left in the laundry

I can smell the fire

Burning up my inside

I cook and clean, I wash and rinse

Yet I am not here

For am running through the desert

Running like the wind

I live two lives, one real

one in my head

You may call me mad

But it keeps me sane

For sometimes life needs more than

Finely chopped onions, clean laundry or ironed clothes

I need to smell the fire fire burning me from inside

And let myself go.


One comment on “Smelling the fire within

  1. Excellent ! Keep writing

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