Aloe

Aloe

Heat rolls off of me, 
In inches, in miles, in time.
 
My skin is colored red,
Angry and screaming and stinging.
Hurting to touch, 
Every move so slow and measured.
 
Sunshine, 
An everlasting companion, 
Fights with me today.
 
But my hair still smells of saltwater,
Of wind, of clean new wood.
 
Today is a day of new beginnings and silver linings. 
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