As thunder rolls, and lightning strikes,
I sit reminiscing of the open chasm
that existed in my chest.
The black hole, unable to be filled,
a melting pot of feelings left suspended in time,
as memories faded away
overgrown with the weeds of pain.
A creature of the night, I stood frozen,
rooted in the idea that my everlasting love
was a boyhood dream of the past,
and all that remained was held over trauma from mistakes long forgotten.
Questions tunneling deeper into my head,
“What am I doing?”,
“Where am I going?”,
“Is this really all life has to offer?”
Yet like a phoenix rising from the ashes,
I’ve witnessed my rebirth,
as you burn away the imperfection of self-pity,
casting out the ruinous self-doubt,
building a temple to all things light, beautiful, and free.
Forever thankful,
Daniel
