A Charred Delight - Poem by joana bluementhal
The flame rips her way through dark,
brightening the sullen air with her spark.
All acclaim her dazzling light,
the fire an emblem of passion and might.
Onlookers conceive her as such a 'delight',
unmindful of her 'tearful' sight.
Oblivious to her discomfort,
so blind to her anguished state.
Awed and stunned by her elegant frame,
they call her by the finest name.
Slowly and silently the silhouette melts,
the thawing beauty remains undwelt.
She lights up the world and burns within,
she stifles and gulps under griefs unseen.
A joy she spreads, a hope she brings,
concealing her woes a candle blinks.
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