I can feel it,
It’s as bright as the steady
Autumn winds are crisp,
It’s as loud as the velvet
Sea-foam waves are serene,
That spark brilliantly bursting,
Burning,
Bubbling,
Inside the depths of my chest,
My heart,
My soul.
It’s like that very first bite:
Deliciously jolting
Or that very first notion:
Miraculously ingenious
Or that very first kiss:
Wildly electric
Or maybe
Depressingly decent.
Even still, it’s there
It’s a hopeful glint
And as long as it persists,
My troubled mind
Will be at ease.
Even when fang-bearing demons
Are breathing heavily down my collar,
Covering me with a thick coat of dread,
And blinding me with treacherous blackness,
Eager to devour my very existence,
I can still make out that
Thread of certainty,
Soft,
Simmering,
And subdued,
Because there’s nothing wrong with
Being stripped bare of all that’s true,
Abandoned in the pits of the unknown,
For in time,
I will make the world my own.