The edge

Stood there breathing fire
fierce outside, broken inside
wondering where to go, 
what to do, who to be
Just silence all around 
to see, feel and touch 
and sobs to engulf
the little of what’s left
 
Waiting for it to swell
and eat it all up as whole
to rise again from ashes
seems impossible somehow
 
Yet hope is still a friend
because it’s an old habit now
to feel miserable before
the sunshine hits the shore

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