I have danced with fire in the pale moonlight And felt synchronicity with a partner bright The fire blazed high within me and it burned me to the core The rain fell down on ashes of a love that was no more And left me sprawled there in the mud with shame not mine to bear But like a phoenix rose my heart (though still some scars are there) I find the fire did give to me more strength than brass or tin: Courage is reaching beyond the pain to live and love again.

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"never lose hope. even if everything else yells, let it yell back in its own stubborn way, and listen, or at least give it a fair chance."