Dear Alchemist

by

What do you do
When you wake up
One fine morning,
Discovering
What you thought
To be your darkness
Was your light all along?
When you find that
Your frigid heart
Has been guarding
Kindlings for you
And has been
Gracefully striking
Your hardened
Regret and misery
To ignite a fire of life?
At the crack
Of a brand-new dawn,
When tears of sorrow
Transmute into joy,
Anxiety into ecstasy,
Depression into expression…
What happens
When you realize
You were the alchemist
You were seeking all along?
When you wake up
To the warmest embrace
And discover that it is your own?
What do you do then?
You finally cease to survive
And begin living instead!

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