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!