I let it slip out
The heat, the fire
The unquenchable thirst for creation
Atoms smashing themselves over and over again
Trying to recreate a bang big enough to make my heart remember itself.
Cold fingers dig through ash
Hoping for embers
And enough breath to ignite this tinder.
A flame that doesn’t need to be chased, only caught
Encouraged
Fanned and focused upon.
All the days I didn’t write
All the moments I lost to living them
instead of giving them the respect they deserved.
I hid below ground and waited for the sun to come back.
But it never occurred to me, to open the door
And go find it.