Trade off, reclaim

I felt best when I actually hurt,

when I could feel.

I felt life more when I had less,

when I was hungry.

I traded in my embers for ash,

staring at screens instead of flames.

I swapped my passions for trinkets,

settling for flashes and pixels.

But it’s never over for me,

as long as I still breathe.

My comforts are kindling,

and a new way to see.


Humbly yours,