Torches

Sometimes the torch you carry is so blinding

That you forget there is a sun

But without the sun there would be no fire

No passion no ambition no drive

To become one

And you have to learn

To touch that torch to water,

The steam rising around you

But instead of obscuring

It brings clarity

And when the fog clears

The only shining beacon left

Is the sun itself

The glorious power of its incandescence

Bathing you in healing rays

Your skin flushes with heat

Your inner core becomes molten

You realize that you are the sun

You alone are one

And you promise yourself that next time

You won’t carry any more torches.