Old wounds and fire flames

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A searing pain, tearing through the heart
Old wounds woken up by but a sentence
Frail are the workings of human nature
Even frail are their limitations of survival

A prick, and another- life all but trickled out
Neither can the sentence be responded to, nor ignored
Each prick taking away part of my life here and beyond
Each prick a tug at the conscience for all the hurt before

Grew all the sense of guilt and pain
Anger and betrayal, forgiveness and forgetfulness
For a minuscule moment of the world was but the world to me
My world turned upside down and inside out and lost to the elements

All was lost, all was disillusioned and so was I
How and when life remained I do not know
Yet, remained and survived life did
Trusting people was just a bit hard, emotions even harder

Yet, life sprang forth from within the abyss of despair
Flowed forth, sprouting hope and inspiring life
Burst into a fire flame of unquenchable thirst,
A thirst to live, love and love unconditionally
For pricks may take away the elemental
But leaves away exposing the ethereal 

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