Tempest of Flame (poem)

You have a lot to say,
but when you open your mouth,
you can only speak in silence, 
the words run from your voice.

So let me try.
I can't speak for you,
but I can speak to you,
and tell you the truth.

Maybe he didn't love you,
maybe he just kept you around
because your fire is the brightest
thing in his miserable life.

Maybe you can't stop thinking of him,
or even missing him,
despite all the words rationality spews,
and it tears you up inside.

And that's okay.
You were brave
and gave him your heart,
and he carelessly broke it.

It's okay to be hurt,
to feel your flame dwindling,
the world collapsing around you,
that cruel insecure loneliness.

But please remember
you are a tempest of flame,
a tornado of power and energy,
bottled up in a young body.

All the tears in the world
could not change that.
Amidst the sea of sorrow
your flame burns defiantly.

You will split this sea,
and cross it in time.
You will find your way home,
back to those who love you.

Like the sun that burns so brightly
you sometimes seem completely alone, 
but the other stars are always there,
even when you can't see them.

So please remember
you are a tempest of flame,
and I'll always be here,
to make sure your flames never go out.

-Zero