Fire Heart Poem by Lebo Chepape

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(originally written 2015)

She charges fire to the sun and embraces the glow
Her untamed flames of thought like lava flow
She sets out a raging blaze make the globe glow
Now all in ashes the wind comes fast to blow

Like the luscious trees and the fresh green leaves
Her fire rises like a pyre & brightly beams

Her fire grows
Burning once again her constraints and woes
Smoke filling up the sky in rows

Like the trail of dancing planes
Like riots of lonely hurricanes
Like devils and saints
And war over souls
Scowls of scavengers & lifeless scarecrows
Floating on solid ground she can't feel her toes
Freedom filled with certainty like no one knows

This fire is her heart

Blaze Brighter than the sun
Hotter than its coals
Her heart is made of fumes
Her heart is all hers not society roles
Her heart is gold bars not burnt brass
Her heart isn't red rage it's the smell of fresh cut grass
Her heart isn't deep cut scars and melting glass
Her heart is more like metalic stars not a broken vase

Her heart is fitted fuming engines of fast cars
raw, loud soul searching and pure
What holds cause quick becomes cure
Her heart is distant from distraction
He heart filters what disaster might lure

Her heart is the morning and evening and the next day
Her heart is no terrible yesterday
her heart is self-healing & because of that she always finds a way

Her heart is clear not a fade
Fearfully and wonderfully made
Her heart is a flightless bird yet soaring above clouds perfectly laid

Her heart isn't hot hard and summer humid
Her heart isn't winter white wet and bitter
Her heart is color blood dark enough to make you quiver
Her heart is a liquid filled velvet world on the other side of a bone and fleshed cage
Bound by life and perished love's rage
Her heart a complete novel on the next page

Her heart is a gush of wind sprinting across a mountain plane
A fresh formed drop of autumn rain

Her heart is a world
It's a beautiful place
If you lay quietly, dead still on her chest
You'd hear sweet melodies of amazing grace
yes, yes it's a beautiful place
beating and panting at its own pace



LEBZ FOREVER
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