Trial by Fire
by Joanne Marisa Leow
This purity of pain
began with a cold wave
hushing the harsh glare
of lights
bearing me to a dreamless
sleep ---
Awake then
only aware
conscious
of
the
pain
throbbing, pulsating
piercing, aching, soaring
The weakness
acceptance of helplessness
After all
only he can move them
(those mountains)
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