I breathe in hot embers,
It’s like a firework has exploded
In my chest,
But instead of beauty,
I find destruction there.
The sudden burst of warmth
Fades to a chill
I can’t quite describe,
It’s as if something was
There,
And will never be,
There again.
The unease of emptiness,
The apprehension toward change,
I want to be the Dragon
That swallows fire!
Absorbs its harrowing nature,
And reforms it,
Makes it the kind of energy
That grows flowers in the caverns of desolation,
Laughs in the face of melancholy,
Stands bravely in the tundra of hopelessness,
Because I’d have my fire to keep me warm.
Instead, all I feel,
Are the embers cooling.
Hidden Jules 