Upon a bridge between two blazing fires
I stand and watch the heavy river flow;
One fire soars like hope into the open night skies,
The other one burns low, licking life off the earth;
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I stand and know that I must pick a side;
I wish it was, but it is no longer my choice:
The fire ceremony, like the elements’ song, or the funeral pyre
The soulful prayer or the ultimate acknowledgment of loss…
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Suspended halfway over running waters,
I will remind myself I’ve said my honest prayers,
And they were pleas for a path to freedom and to courage;
I see that path now: how and where it goes…
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I took one step, so I will take another,
Walk all the way from twilight, and into the dark;
I fear, I fear it so intensely,
That on my fear I am becoming drunk;
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And with each step my heart is beating faster,
And with each breath my being overflows with dread;
Closing my eyes I turn into a flame,
With ashes dancing;
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I’m she, who dwells inside the fire,
She who shines more the more she burns