Someday There Will Be No Smoke Trail
once, my brother,
you were a small spark,
we’d only suffer
a shock from
touching you
you grew to be
a raging bonfire,
out of control,
tearing through
the woods, inconsolable
we chased your inferno,
roaring & waning,
sputtering, rekindled
again & again
(your wildfire spread with no end)
last we spoke,
you were up in smoke,
inner voices fanning,
twin flames spanning
the flatline rasping,
forgive me, I’m still grasping
for some kindling that I know,
& at bitter ashes
that won’t leave me alone,
for a vision of what comes after
the dark consumes the light you once were
#OctPoWriMo Day 10

Ooh! Very powerful write, Jennifer.
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Thank you
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You are welcome.
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Touching. Beautiful.
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Thanks, Angela
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oh what a beautiful imagery… Touched deeply..
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Thank you for reading.
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Heartfelt poem, beautifully crafted.
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Thank you
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Impressive, beautiful, and heartbreaking. I won’t presume to know if the poem is personal, but I do know that watching someone you care about succumb to addiction is devastating.
~cie from poetry of the netherworld~
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Yes, it is. He’s had a very rough time the past few years struggling with severe mental health issues. He’s not using, but things are very bad right now and all I can do is hope and pray he can receive real help soon.
Thank you for your comment. ❤
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I could feel this! ❤
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💜
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Thank you!
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Heartfelt.. and powerful lines here !!
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Thank you
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Welcome 😀
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The emotion comes charging through with these powerful images, Jennifer. I love how you started with the spark and ended with looking for the kindling that might have caught that same spark. Thank you. xoA
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Thank you for reading
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This is heart wrenching and beautiful. It’s good to read you again Jennifer. After all these years. I know we had our differences during that whole literary mafia thing, but I apologise. I was foolish and naive then. I offer my hand in friendship.
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Thanks, Nitin. It’s all good. We worked it out in email. You’ve already been forgiven & no worries at all. I tried looking for you when I came back. I took a long break from blogging too. But I’m glad you found me!
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Deeply moving poem! Love the way it progresses; its sensitivity and honesty and fear! Hope your brother is better now.
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He’s not well, unfortunately. He’s been in prison for awhile. He should be in a mental health facility, but he got caught up in an awful system during a bad time. We’re advocating for him as a family & hopefully we will hear good news about his status next month. Thanks for reading.
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I’m very sorry to hear this. My deepest sympathies are with you. I wish there is good news about your brother next month.
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