This firestorm of energy,
Of intensity,
Cleaving my resolve into glistening splinters
That shine and entice,
Drawing me closer to the flames
of my own desire,
The shimmers blind me,
In their molten honeyed sweetness,
Reminding me of a forgotten ache,
Seducing me,
With the memory of pleasures
So dear and precious
That my senses forget the agony
And inward scars that serve as beacons,
Reminding me to beware,
to take care.
And then I feel it,
Like angel wings,
tracing my shoulders,
standing guard at my back.
Resolve and her army,
Resurrected again
In her battle worn armor,
Emboldening me to hold fast,
To remember myself.

And, finally,
when I do surrender,
It will be thorough,
Without hesitation or remorse,
And I will find myself
In losing myself.
In forgetting.

About The Sterling LIne

Where does art end and life begin? I don't really see a distinction, but I try to consciously live each moment with enthusiasm, following inspiration where it leads, being open to possibilities and exploring the boundaries of myself, the world I live in and those I meet. Though I attempt to tread softly and respectfully, I often get clumsy, carried away with enthusiasm ... Woman, artist, force of nature and mother... Lives in the SF Bay Area.
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