Endings and beginnings;
hearing and not hearing;
recognizing and wallowing.
Doubting. Questioning. Not knowing for sure, yet hoping; but not our own hope.
Peace reigns despite the unrest; flooding from all sides to counter the unknown.
Sparks ignite in unexpected places.
Do not fear the fire; it burns, yet brings no lasting pain.
Inescapable evolutions;
ripping, tearing, breaking out;
severing the facade from its root bound victim.
Exposing pain, exposing the raw, exposing the need for healing.
Exposing the entirety of self to the impending inferno.
Exposing the cleft that cannot heal unless grafted through flames.
Overcome. Overwhelmed. Undone.
Unaffected by what's outside the surrounding firestorm, flames dance around; yet unconsuming.
The blisters erupt as the fire passes over.
In the midst of the unending, the unseeing; underneath the effects of the assault on the flesh, new life is shaping.
New life forms in its protective immersion, growing and waiting for the veil to lift.
One by one, the marks burn open, revealing the new creation...
Smoldering.
Shining.
Whole.
