Seasons

I am the season of rebirth.
My Winter's passed
and now I blush with hues
of Spring.
My throat accepts the light of
deepest blue
to renaissance my cells
and awaken the skill
that they once
knew.
I am a Sodalite
that bathes in
pools of light,
energized to create
braids of words
that tell
my story.
In a state of dreamless sleep
they laid
until I found
my quartz.
Now I blister
with the light of
one thousand stars.
I illuminate the black hole.
In the center of the Tempest
I have stumbled into
my Season,
stepped into
the ring of fire
that I will not let turn to ash.
My pain, validated, for in the cards
it was factored into my destiny.
I must keep this pain alive,
not let my fire go up in smoke,
to be caught in a fog
and slip into
a twilight sleep
for another 15 years.