Clarity in the Flames

A midnight poem sparked curiosity... 

'You saw my spark, but not my flame' – 

He likely thought: "She's ending something that never began."

But my words weren't a breakup letter – 

rather, a pivotal emotional expression.

A declaration to myself: 

I won't let manipulative mind games shift blame 

or make me doubt my worth.

Different conversations with different souls 

led me to this awakening...

This morning, my Higher Power whispered: 

"A new day brings new beginnings."

Yesterday's clarity hit me like a ton of bricks: 

I was on a journey with him, but he wasn't on mine.

God showed me enough to forge ahead alone –

and that's where the poem ignited.

Not a breakup ode, but a fiery expression:

My spark is lit, my flame burns bright –

you merely chose not to feel the heat.

Last night, I celebrated freedom with 

oxtails, rice, gravy, yams, and mac – 

a delicious farewell to emotional starvation.

I'm feeding my soul now, and it's nourished 

by self-love, Higher Power, and inner strength.