Am I what my truth is in each moment? The ever-changing flicker of a flame That tumbles on a candle wick
Ignites a firestorm
Then turns into a crumb of embers Waiting for a gust to give her
A new life?
Ever growing Ever transforming
I am not what I was yesterday And yet I still am me
How confusing and contradictory For my fire to have so many forms Yet still never yet go out
I do not know who or what I am Only that I am
And that my changing
Is not an excuse to ignore
What rings true
To this love and want and heart
I may be gone
When night blows out the flame Or the ember
Imperceptible
Is taken somewhere new
But I must pledge my faith To each tiny seed of spark Or else I waste my life
Wasted waiting for permanence
