I thought that it would be a flash and a boom
And the world would go dark.
I thought that all at once
Light would spew out of me
Erasing any imperfection,
Pocket of darkness
And propel me back
Into the waiting arms of the divine.
There was no flash.
There was no noise.
Only a quiet mist that descended upon the city.
The people lost in a hazy fog
Dreamily dozed off for a while.
We knew it would get ugly,
With the closet door ripped open
All the things we shoved away for tomorrow
Came tumbling off the shelves.
We tripped on piles of dirty laundry
Strewn across the floor, old toys and moldy books
We shoved away all the things we didn’t like anymore
And pretended they were gone.
I will not be content with a boom.
I need a cacophony of colors,
From dark to light and many others.
My soul is a firework display
Cracking, echoing and exploding
In every direction,
Cascading into misty smoke that hovers
And descends over a sleepy body
Tired from picking up trash.
Clearing up for the party,
Glancing out the window nervously
Waiting to greet the guests
Who are too late in arriving
Anticipation filling the room.