You start off with such passion. Such enthusiasm. Such energy. A determination to create something new.
But.
Slowly.
Over time.
Little by little.
The fire goes out.
The fire that burned so brightly when you first began is now no more.
All you see is dust and ashes and debris.
Where once was flames.
Nothing remains.
Burnt out.
Gone.
Can it be rekindled?
Can new life be restored, and the flames reignited?
Or is it time to sweep away the old, to make way for the new?
I think this might be one of my favourite pieces of your recent writing. Why? Because I’m imagining a Phoenix rising from those ashes! Esther xx
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You just made me cry!! Beautiful, cathartic, healing tears! Thank you! ❤️❤️❤️
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