Friday started with a slow burn…
agonizing and pathetic;
the morning clouds above were such proof.
Signs of a real fire were shown in
the following hours –
a spoonful of spark to tease and
a faint flicker to ignite hope…
or at least a sad substitute for it.
Making way through the midday marker,
a blaze could almost be felt,
even with the possibility of imagination
fooling me, scarring me like before.
a backdraft blew through,
erupting right through me and
still consuming me just the same.
What started as a slow burning Friday became
an outbreak of flames…
inspiring and triumphant;
the afternoon clouds above were such proof.