It was the flash across the dark, grey, stormy skies that matched my tears so precisely;
the intense red glare of a cigarette pressed to satin lips.
It was the washed out stain of my decrepit anemic skin-
the obsessive eating habits I taught myself growing up.
It was feeling “-as a feather” whilst falling into yet another stage of despondency.
Though, no more is the harrowing glow it once was.
Now, it is my cheeks rising to meet with the twinkle in my eye;
the flicker of a gardenia perfumed candle.
It is what God commanded on the first day-
the bulb over my brain with the spark of every new glorious idea.
Now,
it is the warm, orange ablaze across the entire earth,
as the sun begins to rise.
