Unsettled Ashes By Judy Hitchcock

Dancing crimson, embers of passion
Never settled for a long, soft glow
But for the sake of brief nirvanas
Silly me, for not letting go
An ever lasting hunger
I resentfully waited for

Try to make me believe
Like a pastors passionate sermon
Echoed through hallowed walls
Alas, the same apathetic monotone
And I, your eager servant,
Faithfully showering you with praise

Now I’m layered in this ashy residue
But I wear it like armour
To remind me of a time
I danced too close to a fire
That was regrettably fueled by disdain
Leaving only unsettled ashes to remain

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