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Justice Fire

At a time when the warmth inside her

was dying,

the trees outside cracked and sparked

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loudly with the flames that lashed their backs,

defiantly standing tall amidst the powerful heat

surrounding their land and singeing their roots.


She watched the fire’s fury from her window. Cold air

penetrated the skin that covered her quickly cooling bones

like a layer of morning frost trying desperately,

diligently, to fertilize its seeds before growth was too late.


A brawny branch snapped and she watched in awe

as the trees rejoiced

when the scorched wood plummeted to the ground

to bury itself in the soil- and she saw

fire’s birth, it’s hope, it’s new creation, it’s seasonal

cleaning of the forest floor.


Before it was too late, before the fire could be put out,

the muscles of her legs clamored victoriously, having

wanted to stretch for far too long as she ran

from the cold into the flames of new beginnings.


Never again would she fear the heat of what she did not know,

never again would she watch life through a window,

for she touched nature’s dance, it’s growth and rebirth,

she sowed the earth’s seeds and saw justice in fire’s flames.


The fire grew with each passing day.

Her bones were never cold again.