Poem – What Remains

What remains shrouded in smoke
behind the veil we created?

What is left when the empty
field clears and our eyes open?

So many questions remain at the end of
each day with little reprieve to find the answers.

The fires build and we respond
or let them burn out with no intervention.

I return to the smoke mask
to find what remains of who I am supposed to be.

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