A fog has lifted and I'm motivated to write again. |
An ember ignites a fire beneath. Stoked inspiration creeps through, It’s ancient breath sets to flame A dormant underside that has withered under wet leaves. A need to be and the presence of feelings Has a sense of upward drifting, Lifting the cloak-like cling that darkness brings. A time lost in the chasm of negative space. An ever darkening shade of black Expanding to entrap in it’s onyx empty Here now is the blaze of seeing clearly Climbing toward the light’s beacon As the warmth and glow of it’s aura is total Momentum lends to movement at all Or stand stagnant and dwell as the forest grows surrounding Self-loathing, self-serving heart pounding Your roots could contribute to this earthen quilt Or wither and wilt within doubt’s dead locust shell What makes apathy vamp the capacity to compel? Is nothing compelling enough to conjure conviction? Too often a thought bright in it’s birth Dies tragically soon, in that is never breathed… A lesson in leaving a cocoon to it’s function And reap the reward of natural morphing. I’ll come out now and let a breeze carry new wings Remembering the cycle as a whole Is the evolution of soul I’m feeling that flame It’s primal partnership with mankind intertwining with My pens awakening and mind’s inclination to dance again. Sweet melodies singing a song to step to Are the possibilities that anguish and worry can bring you The time is right for searching and stating For fear that this flame's day is decaying Feathers instead, will see us soaring up high from where this ember started |