You burn, scorch & scar but you will flower again...

So many woes, so little time to soothe.

You see I'm a soother, a mother to anyone in pain. I have had great pain in my life & through this my empathy is off the charts. Not my words, my friend's. She always know when she calls me she'll cry because I encourage her to release if only a trace of the pain that weighs her down.

With all the economic, health, family & other woes I've heard lately a friend told me Monday that she feels like her life has jumped from the frying pan into the fire. Today I tucked this in a pretty card on her chair at lunch.

fire lily

from above an explosion, a racing fury that penetrated

creating a human charred

scarred & seemingly disfigured

I released my woman from beneath it all

within acres of black burnished flaking crusts of

hideousness & nonsense

disaster to the masses

came a warmth steaming & behold myself expressed

arising in a manner only tragedy can impress your core

crumbling

the pain of erosion & winds discerning

I heard a scream across my skin

but despite the ache great, nature, my creature

we insisted upon the self

somehow through the relics of such combustion

I had the graceful nature to break through

phoenix towards heaven

willowing

billowing

my species coming into her own

my reign, concocted tears, convoluted years

aggressing to floods of emotion

rinsing away the filth, my debris

my strength dormant now a tendril growing

deeper a shade of green

than the blackest nasty ashy days of but a flick of ignition ago

encrusted once with withering this & dirty clung on that

now I flourish

burning bright

delightfully trusting

thanking the fire that raced across what I once was to create the fire I am

Hang in there my loves.... you shall flower again.