Controlled BurnA Poem by Joel M FryePerhaps a spot of spring cleaning, after a fashion....
Can't see the pathways through the crush
as forest's canopy makes night; an overgrowth of underbrush prevents new sprouts from reaching light. Some cleansing clearing is in store, creating space to feed new life by burning down what heretofore had nourished nature. Now it's rife with rotted stands of misshaped growth untended, harboring disease. I strike the match. The fire is both destroyer, bringer of a peace; the aftermath of smouldering soul with ashen truths to make me whole.
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