Smoldering
There I was,
standing tall but rather weak.
vulnerable to just about anything.
I was dry and stiff
with no creativity
with which I could experiment.
And then there was you.
While I sat there, lifeless and dull,
you came by and shared your light,
your warmth, your spark.
You approached my dismal form,
coming ever closer and closer.
And then you were so close...
You caught me on fire.
You set me ablaze,
first a flicker, then a flame.
I started to glow.
So close to the source,
so close to you,
I thought I'd never burn out.
But the moment you stepped away...
The burning in my soul
was extinguished.
I tried to reignite, but to no avail.
My fuel had been used up.
While I'd so intently focused on you,
I forgot about myself.
And I crumbled away,
reduced to a mere pile of ashes,
the smoldering embers of who I was with you...
YOU ARE READING
Window to the Soul
PoetryHere I begin my second collection of poetry. I sort of figured fifty poems might be enough for one book, so I'm starting a new one. As I continue to write, I reflect...as I peer deeper and deeper through the window to my soul.