Matchstick

If I could give my head a gentle shake and have it fall into stronger hands.

Maybe then I could sleep, knowing I can live with it all when my mind wakes.

To move past all my doubt and self destruction.

Past the fires I started, suffering from this combustion.

©️ Heather Lynn Matthews

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