She has fire in her feet
And sparks in her hair
But nobody sees the furnace inside.
The crimson flames burn through
The entrenched roots of her grief.
The bright orange blaze incinerates,
The bindweed of her anger.
The wildfire consumes the shackles
Of not being seen, not being enough,
Which have held her fast to the muck and mire,
Of mismatched ideals, beliefs and concepts,
Borrowed from others,
Embedded in the fabric of society.
All this dross buried deep in her cells,
Finally set ablaze.
A torch flares deep within.
A white beacon of truth and love
Ignites the radiance of her soul and
serenades the flickers of light in her eyes.
This is the passion that fuels her purpose,
Fanning the flames that twirl and swirl,
Burning faster and faster through all that is not true,
Dancing on the ashes of what once was.
She has soul fire in her feet
And divine sparks in her hair
Alchemising Her presence,
To Reveal her essence.
Lighter, truer, stronger, more vital,
Effervescent Love in the
Music of the spheres.
Grace And Flow 
Wow Chloe
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“…Burning faster and faster through all that is not true,
Dancing on the ashes of what once was….”
Whew! takes my breath away, Chloe!
And I have been looking forward to the next Chloe creation!
Beautiful synchronicity in all yuo do…
in All You Give.
Bless you
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So glad it resonated with you. Thank you Janet!
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Thank you, Chloe, for this smokin’ poem! I just love the idea of this inner fire burning away the dross. So inspired!
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Yes, me too, I so love the idea of all the dross burning away from power within.
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Thank you Chole for your beautiful poem. It resonated so deeply that I read it to my yoga class on Sunday. All love and blessings, Debra K.
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Ah, thank you Debra, that’s so very lovely to hear!
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