Like a flame about to die
On its very last flicker
The hot wax – liquid, cratering
The scent growing strongest
Just before it’ll never burn again
That moment.
That is when I wake up.
Before all is lost and the end is inevitable
That is when I come back.
I could be cliché and say I rise like a phoenix
Or that I shine brightest like the sun before it sets,
But it is much more than that.
I do nothing in halves and only in full
Blazing and crackling like a hot star
Nearing the moment it’ll explode into a nebula.
I spin and throw off heat and silver light
Radiant and uncontrolled – until it’s too much.
Then I retreat into myself
Alone and awake and praying for evolution.
Just when it feels like the fire is dying
I dig down deep and pull the tiniest spark
Safely depositing it at the surface.
And just like that: I’m back.



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