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Wishful Thinking

I’m starting to think that
Maybe all this purging
Is processing all the self loathing
Not just recent but from my entire life
Maybe it’s all coming to the fore now
Maybe it’s all coming to the fire now
To be destroyed forever? 

No! It can’t!
It can only be suppressed
Its ashes will aggregate, reform

Like a phoenix
It will continue to rise
Until I burn it down again

September 2-4, 2024

Published inPoetryFree VerseBite-Sized Poems

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