Implosion
The slope is tiring
I have been diligently struggling
The top of the mountain is called bliss
My eyes scotched to it
I keep trying to reach its peace
Yet, I could not anticipate myself
Breaking into pieces, tearing myself up
From the depths of my heart
Wanting to keep focused on the summit
Yet, wanting to be touched by the magical fireflies once again
Wanting solely the intoxication and the play of emotions
As they invade my mind, writing poetry on the walls of my sanctuary
And creating ripples in my sleeping pond
Breaking up from the inside
Swallowing myself up from within
Drowning in my own starry sparkles
Seeking only a moment to explain
To receive and to hold on tightly to forgiveness
As a fully bloomed flower,
Fragranced and shining so bright that simply by gazing at it
The whole world would be dazzled!
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