Combustion

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 Sarah knew that the fire was building up and there was nothing she could do to extinguish this burning depression. It was like being sucked into a never-ending whirlpool, spinning around and around forever? Who could Sarah speak to? Who could Sarah trust? As she walked along the hole-rigged, dirt road, with the devils' and the angels' voices playing around her head with such confusion, she knew what she had to do.

The consequences of her choices loomed. They were inescapable. She had not meant for this heat to become so unbearable, this intolerable, this brutal. As Sarah walked, she thought to herself that sometimes her intentions are purely good but there is no way of controlling what it is interpreted by human nature. Sarah thought that this was hardest to accept.

And on she prodded, searching for stream or a river to quench the greedy flames that were roaring inside her. Consuming her.There was no space left in Sarah's head for rejection,  for fear, for pain and for being misunderstood. She wanted relief, and did not care at all about its cost.

And finally Sarah saw the light. She marvelled at her destination. She felt her heart steady, she sensed the flames being put out. Right then and there, she opened up and all the fire out poured and was eventually extinguished. She didn't know the power of friendship until now. She didn't know that sometimes all she had to do was speak. 

Sarah learned that day that pain is a monster, and if she continues to feed that monster, the inevitable is combustion, of the heart, the mind, the soul.

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  1. Vern-LFebruary 23, 2021 at 2:09 PM

    Sarah, is many of us. Once again, awesome voice, girl! Keep them coming!

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  2. Shancia LionelFebruary 24, 2021 at 3:42 AM

    I'm glad Sarah is so inspiring. 💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃

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