Fire and Smoke
Grab hold of these emotions
like holding on to my pearls.
Just show me what you're thinking
before these hair pins curl.
Just take me for my goodness
or stiff me for my shame.
Cause I will stand tomorrow
with every living flame.
Did you think I was disabled
just because I'm broke...
these crutches are just angel wings
my teardrops fire and smoke.
I am dancing to my own song
beneath the arias vision
to find the laughter in my voice
that never bares derision
Copyright © Julie Heckman | Year Posted 2013
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