scorched

What do I earn
with each journey?

A closeness never recaptured?

The teetering tiptoes that
perilously test the depth
of yesteryears
pushing them
tenderly
to recall
how more
entrancing
the fire is
than the regret-ridden burn.

Scorch on!

In pain may I know better of what is
real and what needs
to be reckoned with.

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3 thoughts on “scorched

  1. ~Lady Day says:

    this was a scorching depth indeed Que.

    • QueridaJ says:

      Sometimes scorched scars become covered but never really stop burning..though I have always found your words such a soothing balm =)

      • ~Lady Day says:

        hm, well, any way I can help is an honour…seems perhaps we carry similar looking scars then…but your words, they often have an interesting echo to my emotions of the moment…always odd when that happens…such is the interior of poets I guess…but eerie just the same.

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