Fire Cycle

Fire Cycle

By: GinaMarie 

2/6/22

Ashes drifting through the air

as embers wait around me.

Fuel lays prepped

ready  to stoke the fire,

waiting,

for the time

to spark.

I move things

and empty the furnace,

clearing away what will not

add to the flame.

The flame sparks,

igniting destruction.

Growing the fire--

adding fuel to the conflagration,

fanning the flame

to a height of infernic rage.

Feeding the dragon to sustain the power,

the light,

the heat,

the rejuvenation of being.

The rage declines to the point

of a steady  burn.

The flames lower and

the forge is ready to ignite creation.

Galaxies swirl, new life is born, 

and the fire subsides

into a deep space

of midnight ember.

And then,

I choose an ember

to hold,

and sustain,

and carry with me

for the next iteration of...

Ashes drifting through the air

as embers wait around me.

Dark Ally

1.25.15
“Darkness can be an ally.” -Chaparral

Dark Ally

I sit atop an open tower cloaked in Darkness.

Deep in my heart is only night,
  fear runs a finger down my spine,
and a shiver moves my soul.

I yearn for light
       but darkness stretches
              as far as I can see.

I open my mouth
to shout a defiant yell.

      Instead,
the darkness
     muffles
 the sound and
      pushes it,
          

 pushes it
     
        back
            down.

I choke on the blackness
  that begins to fill me up.

I consciously pause…

hold the dark in my mouth…

 

                                 refusing to drown.

And suddenly,
  I am aware of a spark on my tongue,

a dark shimmer
 that infuses my being.

 I pull those sparks
      deeper
into my being.

              Absorbing ever more of the darkness,

the darkness carrying silver,

until I can hold no more.

And still,

I push down
    and compress,

                         compress it all,
            to make more room.

Until I realize,
 it needs to come back out 

and I

Explode.

I explode with fireworks of sparking dark,
spreading the Milky Way
  in
     a
        path.

In a path back to the edge of time, where I stand.

I stand atop an open tower,

            throwing off a cloak of Light.