The thoughts of you, still makes my eyes sting.
“Get out!” among other things,
I can still hear it sing.
She left me covered in soot, outline by the scorch marks on the floor.
I couldn’t fathom why you just watched me burn.
When I reached for your protection, you settled into fear.
But He ascended and draped me in pure light.
Only He can mend the wounds.
Challenged myself to complete a writing prompt found on a blog I follow.
Let me know what you think, below!
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