Waxing

In the dark, I found myself.

In the mist, I lost my light

In the sun, I thought I saw the truth,

In the moon, I found disguise.

In its waning, I lost my footing,

but found my inner steps,

In its waxing, I lost the rooting,

but found my outer depths.

In the tides, I found my legs,

crash and crest against the sure,

Uncertain of what was to come,

they begged me to implore.

In my chest, I looked through cages,

searching for the key,

I found a flicker dimly lit,

for my inner eye to see.

I cupped my hands around it,

to brace against the gale,

As the winds portended the banshees call

and setting of the sale.

To the highest bidder!

It’s a bitter pill to swallow.

But the flame remains within,

And will remain alight until tomorrow.