Rite of Passage

When the waiting caught on fire

the world rages

Agitation

No amount is the right amount

When the burning turns into ashes

hopelessness weighs heavy

Void

There is not a cup

When the ashes dissolve into sparkles

giving up feels forced

Open

Sun rays are still dancing in the air

Friends are still buzzing up on the phone

Heroes are still holding up the world

And I am still moving through life