A Middle of the Night Poetic Moment
Burn. It. All. Down. Those were her orders That was her intention. The fire she built burned slowly The flame was murky and dense. Fire creates energy This one was absorbing hers Until the flame grew small And she was left with just a spark. Fire needs oxygen - Why had she been holding her breath for so long? Exhale. Exhale. Slowly, surely the flame grew This time brighter This time stronger Giving off energy and a light she did not know could exist. No longer surrounded by darkness Her path made clear Her mind made sure Her heart made whole.