Feelings, Life, Poetry, Spirituality

funeral pyre


funeral pyre

© 2019 punkie


funeral pyre


maybe it wasn’t a bad thing
to have burned your book
that day. It might have
been a good thing,
a thing that was
healthier and
better in

perhaps loneliness, emptiness,
denial, and frustration were
meant to go up in smoke,
with anger fanning the
vengeful flames and
cleansing winds
carrying ashes
to distant

it may be those words didn’t need to be
hidden from the light any longer.
perhaps it was their time to
be free of crowded pages
born from the prison
of a broken heart
forever and



© 2019 Susan Macaulay . I invite you to share my poetry and posts widely, but please do not reprint, reblog or copy and paste them in their entirety without my permission. Thank you.

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