The closer I get to my centre
The more it dawns on me
That what I expect to find
And what is actually there,
Are anything but.
I always thought the stronger I got
The more the flame at my core would rise
Pushing away the darkness
With nothing but my presence.
But, that is not the case
Strength is not having an abundance of light
To use against the darkness
Strength is not based on some metric between you
And whoever you think is at the top.
Rather, strength is finding fulfilment
At fighting the relentlessness of the darkness
With nothing but cinder as a weapon.
– O.D. ©2018
Art by: chateaugrief