Her hair burns ‘cause she’s on fire,
but she’s okay with that.
She was never the type to sit and complain,
nor let herself fall flat.
Bruised and beaten, bent and broken,
smiling through and through.
sparsely eaten, so soft spoken
warm and pleasant too.
Nothing ever broke her spirit,
“Let me burn in flames!”
And then she rose from molten ashes,
smiling all the same.
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I am a marketing consultant and aspiring writer, with a major in English and a minor in history. I have been writing poetry consistently since my senior year of high school and have since published three poetry books and three novels. I have also written several songs and a few short stories. I also wrote and published a trilogy of novels, my Troika book series. I am currently working on a large-scale multi-book fantasy series that I am very excited about! Writing is a part of my every day, and I would have trouble finding meaning or the will to keep going without it.
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