A crimson inferno
on my heart’s wall,
rages on, in parlous pace;
My feelings flow
in a rapid fall
dormant wounds resurface;
A discerning throe
heeds my mind's call,
to suffice as my saving grace;
Resilience rises like a doe
my strength stands tall,
& tears blot, without a trace;
A gumptious glow
garnishes the gall
to gleam, on my poker face.
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