Smoke…

And then… a tiny ember,
It’s small, weak, fragile,
but dangerous...

It doesn’t know to be afraid…
Yet it hammers in the chest.
Worn from counting winters passed,
behind the same glass.
A quartered life frozen in place.

What if…

Now this little traitor glows
Won’t let my dark alone

but what if… I fed it?
Just a breath, just enough
Could it grow teeth?
Tear this box apart?

What if…

And what if the door
Just opened?
Like it always could
No panic, no running
Just one step out of its shadow

What if...

Could it get out?
Could it become a flame?
Large, strong, wild and free?

What if…?
What if…?
It could be me?
It could be me?

This ember interrupts my quiet
This ember calls my name
What if…?
It could be me?
What If It could be me?