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Fire

(Originally published by Nattie on May 11, 2004)
I stand in the kiln
Placed by the potter
In the refining fire
Will it refine me?
Will it break me?
Will it scar me?
The flames dance around me
Sweat coats my brow
Tears mingle and
Fall down my nose
I see a scar forming
A bright red gash
Will it be an old battle wound
That I look back on fondly
Or will it make me bitter?
I see a vibrant patina
Dancing in the flames
Refining
Renewing
Making me whole again
By N.R.Y.
May 10, 2004
Copyright Natalie Rose York

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