Chapter 2: Flame
What is that I see?
What is that I feel pulling me in?
Planting a seed of hope in this desolate soul.,
Giving me a reason to live.
Even if it's to see it a little closer...
No-
I must see it a little closer!
Closer,
Closer,
Closer I get...
Trudging on despite my tattered wings...
Pressing on despite my mangled body...
I must get a closer look-
I must persevere until my very soul is blessed with the splendor of it!
I'm almost there...
It's within my reach...
Is this warmth?
Is this what it feels like to be loved?
It's getting hotter the closer I get...
Is this passion?
I feel it.
It's burning me inside out.
But I like it...
No,
I love it!
I feel it.
It comforts my weary soul...
It embraces my wounded spirit...
It stimulates me so much I might die-!
No,
I am dying-
But I am dying in love,
Dying in peace,
Dying for a reason.
2020
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CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
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Tiffany_Williams_2800 This poem was started when I saw a moth being drawn to the flame of a candle. I finished it when I was analyzing a relationship that I was in: I had stayed in the unhealthy environment because I had felt wanted. It's not one of my proudest moments, but I'm glad it happened: I learnt some valuable lessons from it.
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