There are spaces where I am filled;
when abundance seeps from my core
and my energy stuns the sun.
Fragments of time
when I am a firey, powerful force.
An energized tsunami
leaving impressions and indents
so strong that they linger
eternally in the minds of others.
However, there are tidal waves
that engulf me entirely
and consume my assurance.
With effortless ease they drain
me of colour and cast me
to the shadows.
And so I become lost in myself;
soaked in lethal affirmations.
Wearing a coat of misery- I
let the storm take what it wants.
Yet what's left behind seems
distinctly unrecognizable.
What can distinguish such
an irrevocable flame
so effortlessly?
The answer is simple:
itself.
