Washing the Flames

How things feel...i dont know...hah...read it

Sparks fill empty cavities
Hardly ever overflowing
Everything swirling and twirling around
Like a river
Running through
Never ending
Hidden beginning
Angry waves crash on the shores
Tides rolling this way then that
The sea is churning
With bitterness and fury
With hurt and disappointment
Never calm serene ripples
Always rushing gushing currents
The flames lick the edges of the holes
and char the pieces of a soul
Now the sparks abound
And look what happened
A new kind of wave has washed over me
A different kind of calm serenity