Passion
There are some times when everything goes wrong,
and nothing goes right.
What am I to do in those times?
Do I wilt and wither and wane?
Smile and smolder and seethe?
Do you see how the flickering fades?
I steel my scorched hands
and leave my ashes, a sweeping, brittle wing, an elegant scrawl across shifting planes
The tapping in the glass of my mind recedes, gently, gradually, like the ebbing waves of a lightless sky, a whisper of silent screams
The curling wind is a divine embrace, a whistle of life, a bringer of the new and the old
And the ember glows, and glows, and floods the parched desert
As lost lore returns.
A breath. A single drifting flower, a homing wisp.
Vices turned virtue, virtue turned dream
Resplendent.
Thank you for taking the time to read! I’m not great at writing poetry, but I have hope that one day I will be (after lots of practice!).
