Growth

A year's past, and remains in remembrance

An endangered flame of ambiguous pleasure
Burns coolly in heat of indecision.
Basically like a lover's passion, where tensure
Between flaws and perfections
Calmly tear apart the light lover's spirit.

Only a pertinent candle to remind me
Of what great fire there once was.
Through all that was great, there was tiny.
All that was wrong, is now just.
Only a curious soul ventures near it.

I thank you for what you've given me.
I thank you for what you've taken.
But it all most definitely
Was worth the pain. . .
And pleasure.


Chon C Tillman