Woman On Fire
August 8, 2024
Journal Entry | Stacey R Britton

The day was dark, wet, like a morning covered by the thick, heavy clouds before a storm. It was electric, almost sensual as the air brushed her skin when she walked in the dark. Then the fire began inside her, spreading to the curling tendrils of her long har, lifting her heavenward, she began to float upward and with a quickness she had never experienced before she was soaring through the think darkness bringing light and warmth with her.

Above the temporal plane, above the mountains, above the darkness she traveled at lightning speed. Flying from the sorrow, flying from the pain, flying from the darkness. Only then the darkness turned and followed her, nipping at her through the sparkling sky, bringing it’s own heaviness. But only for behind her, farther and farther as she soared through the heavens like an angle with wings might move.

But she…

Was not an angel, she was just a woman with a child’s heart looking for comfort only finding the darkness of the morning. Then she paused, she rested and only then – in the darkness and silence, in the pain and the solitude – she was lifted by a

Fire in her soul.

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