January Writing Prompt 3

The Fire within

An atrabilious night

in which I gave up;

scintillating stars somehow

melancholic and mopey.

The ebony, edacious,

devoured me

but one star remained above

burning

brighter

with time.

A mesmeric morning

to which I survived,

clambering away from

a rocky bottom

of angered waves bound

to drown me

but not today.

Bones broken,

scars bleeding,

fingers skinned,

still I crawled onward

before collapsing,

sea water at my skin.

A friscilating horizon ahead

exploding auburn and gold;

Slowly I awaken

to the way it

smears and shimmers

alongside passion.

The fire within

doesn’t always arrive as

flames licking ruins.

Sometimes it’s that

lone searing star

waiting for the day

you see it once more.

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