The Burns Of Campfire

Camping in the woods last night I saw the beauty of fire. The rising flames were a contrast to the cool evening breeze. I made s’mores over the campfire as I downed rum and cola. My head was light and the world looked like a nice place.

Morning brought with it a different realization. I had company in my tent that I don’t remember consenting to. My head is heavy, memories faded and a daunting reality staring in my face.

Camping in the woods last night I saw the beauty of fire. Waking up the next morning I felt the burn!

13 Comments Add yours

    1. Yamini says:

      Thank you 😊

      Liked by 1 person

  1. SRIKANTH says:

    Wonderful poem πŸ‘πŸ€

    Liked by 3 people

    1. Yamini says:

      Thank you 😊

      Like

  2. Strength
    To Camp
    Alone
    Freeing
    Breath
    Change
    Seeing πŸ’¨ Wind…

    Liked by 3 people

  3. was the unwanted company a raccoon? πŸ˜‰

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    1. Yamini says:

      Wolf is more like it!

      Like

  4. besondersite says:

    Wow! The last line πŸ”₯❀

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Yamini says:

      😊 thanks!

      Liked by 1 person

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