The fire swells inside,
Never wanting to leave my mind,
I’m trying to calm myself,
I think of things I love,
But it hardly ever works,
I need help Lord,
I think and I think of what might work,
Then an image pops to mind,
I think of my Love,
Of him and the love I have for him,
As I think of him,
The fire disappears,
I think of my Love,
The one who holds this tattered heart of mine,
I know my heart and Soul are in the perfect hands.
By: Chelsea Pelkey
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