The river calmly forbids the flames to enter her domain,
They dance through the reeds sending signals to the sky,
Smoke rises and with the clouds would try to fly,
Where the fire feeds little will remain.
Negative feelings are burned in the fire of my mind,
Painful memories writhe in a dance of death,
Ghosts rise and are banished with every breath,
And thoughts float on the water and peace always find.
Reeds unchecked would choke the river’s flow,
With old dead brittle stalks that do not bend but break
Where a small bird her clinging nest would make,
And safely sway in the wind on the new reed that will grow,
So my mind naturally destroys memories that would kill
The chance for new thoughts to build a safe home,
On the river of life where I constantly roam,
And use the winds of change to guide my free will.
Some unpleasant memories are still writhing at the moment in the fire I have lit under them.
Smoking them all out will take some time.
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