Calling - Poem by jessie warren
Falling leaves and failing dreams
of what seems to be unraveling at the seams.
Racing winds and blazing fires
converge and combust to confide in briars.
Put on your mask and they'll know you're there,
continue on as if you didn't care.
While you are forgetting who you were before,
consumed in a flair.
Forge your life into their mold,
reel in your line and lose the abilility to withhold.
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