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Poetry | Self-Growth
Wildfire
Igniting your inner spark
I’m wandering and searching.
Like the whispers of a warm breeze,
Through lands of desolate hearts
Just waiting for a spark.
Lightly stepping through a lifeless garden,
An abundance of feigned beauty.
Like a silent painting where nothing grows.
This is the prison of Eden.
Figures poised with proper etiquette,
Fragile, stiff, and void.
Their purpose and fulfillment
Found only in aesthetics, like paper flowers,
The perfect Eve.
Lightly caressing the familiar facade
As I take every burning step.
Like a destructive Midas,
My touch spreads a golden flame.
The embers begin their dance with the wind.
Awakened by the promise that life…
Life should be more than this.
This dream was merely a warning.
The kindling of passion,
Once suffocated and restrained.
Now, a wildfire, I set the garden ablaze
And burn freely
For the rest of my days.
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