Burning

Burning without and within
Purifying this stain
My history draws out the blood
Of those misguided and misunderstood
Who stood before the flame
And knew its name

An acolyte I freely fall
Before an altar I can’t see
And yet I feel it even so
It follows where my sweet blood flows
To wash away the time
And make it mine

(c) Helen Valentina 2020

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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