Flamethrower

I open the windows, let in the winter air

I like my toes to feel cool and free

My body snuggled in wool

Perhaps I am feeling more complete

Building up my mind and body

Dropping a few defences which never served me well

I cradle my mug of tea in the early morning quiet

Still and dark before people wake up

Today I will walk and look up at the sky

If only the path hadn’t been so bumpy

But it is no good to dwell on that

The path was the path – and all it could have been

As it is I am finding my sparkles and glows

Thinking – this is it, this is now – this is what I have

And it is like striking a match

Perhaps after all, there was light at the end of the tunnel

And silently and always – it was a flamethrower.