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Into the Flames by Mary Stebbins Taitt ·
How does a heart - tired, traveled, and toughened - find its way home?
I look for the trail back to the person I was, once, smiling, innocent, sweet,
but the trail is grown up with briars and Russian olive, a thicket as sharp and impenetrable as the past.
What I see is a gauntlet of memories, of terrors and nightmares,
I know I have to run back through that horror to find the seed of the child that lived in the heart that was mine.
I have to unravel the barbed wire strands like the maiden who wove sweaters of nettles until her hands bled.
I have to bleed again and again inside, to take that path back to my heart. Am I strong enough,
courageous enough? I raise one foot step into the flames, and howl.
My heart calls back to me, a small cry, like that of a newborn.
Mary Stebbins Taitt for Sara Nics, Frankie the K and Brian P "sprouted" from a story by Sara Nics 120327-1538-1st
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