As I sat outside by the fire ,
I saw pine logs crackling ,
Hissing and spitting as they burned .
I know why the logs split .
I know what it is like to be consumed .
The difficulties , distress
And the results of my own wrongdoing
Can make me feel consumed .
The circumstances slowly drains
My heart of joy and peace .
When I do keep silent ,
My bones wast away
Through my groaning
My strength is sapped as the night goes by .
I Love You All
By Brock
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