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
Alone
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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