Tinderbox

Treasure hidden in the anxious, shy by clumsy hands "what ifs" and "aughts", a tinderbox buried inside though lightly damped by bleak, dim thoughts. A breezy optimism gusting through a little hope and something fresh, the dryness needed came from you igniting fires within the flesh. A passion to step to the edge a want to speak and to be heard, a yearning to walk on the ledge and fledge these Phoenix wings you stirred. "I believe in you," is all I heard it struck this Tinderbox in me. It sparked the fiery wings of flaming birds and dared me to be the best me that I can be.