Poem: Bright New World

Raising from the ashes
Of confusion,
Of unknown confusion
Into my true world,
Into my true self.
Wipe off the cinders,
No battle scars,
Just a smile on my face.
Isn’t it lovely to feel at ease?
There may be a few flames to fan
But nothing I can’t handle.
I feel the wind put out the fires
And the breeze on my face.

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