Waking from haunting screams
I stepped towards the sky
void of clouds
wearing a blindfold over my eyes
to prevent stumbling over
remnants of jagged dreams.
Nina Simone sang into my ears
helping to erase childish fears
that life and love
would be misplaced.
Suddenly I recalled a quote
that Nina had made
“You have to learn to get up from the table when love is not being served”
I suggest you remember that each day 🙂
Ignited 
burn baby burn