"My candle burns" atop a hillno longer am I afraid.My faith has become "a beautiful blue jewel"something to share, not hide away.I am eager to learn, eager to grow.Building my knowlege more every day."My candle burns" proud and strong.A newfound happiness and peace.Thank you to Edna St. Vincent Millay and Stuart Kestenbaum
Anger-A bed of hot coalssmouldering,waiting for that small sparkto unleash a roaring flame,an out-of-control wildfire.Fear-A icy cold wind,blowing through the winter air,beginning as a shiver,growing to a bone-chilling coldthat no heat can ever warm.Love-A cozy hearthin front of a roaring fire,wrapped in a warm blanket,watching the snow falloutside the windowpane.Feelings-A raging storm,never ceasing,a tornado, a blizzard,a ravaging hurricaine,a not-always-pleasant,but always present part of life.
"This is just to say"That your words can no longer hurt me.I have built a shield to protect meAnd cannot let you through."Forgive me"If this hurts you,But it's time to live my life,No more living yours.11 Jan 05Thank you to William Carlos Williams
