Invisible Flame

July 20, 2012
By samantha_rae SILVER, Perkasie, Pennsylvania
samantha_rae SILVER, Perkasie, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
“If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.”
― Anaïs Nin


A match untouched in the palm of my hand
ignites;
no warning.
Only I alone feel the burn,
pain of the invisible flame.
The flickering in my mind reveals pictures
fires of memory spreading further,
smiling voices, whispers, security,
silliness and truth of first love.
A burning stab at my throat
with every kiss,
and crushing heat on my chest
with every promise broken.
It’s waved away, undying still
the scorching of scars continues
until the blaze burns to numbness
and finally recedes.
In hope of fresh air,
I breathe…
smoke.
No one around can see it,
not even myself
can understand;
something invisible
can be something so painful
as the reoccurring burn
of memory…
and everything that once was,
is now no longer.


The author's comments:
Give me a pen and paper, and most likely I'll end up writing about my first love, and the heart break that followed. This is one example, and although it's personal, I tried to make it easy to relate to... surely someone else out there can

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on Jul. 23 2012 at 11:17 am
VandalSpirit DIAMOND, Pleasant Prairie, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of Gods great love, we are not consumed. His compassion never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

I think this is very relatable! Nice job :)


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