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.


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