Cold September night
and for the first time
in a long time
everything is alright.
Somehow it feels like
everything is falling
into place
instead of apart.
And even if it's not,
I still know I'll be okay.
I used to be a firework
and then I was a graveyard
but I have found my spark again.
All I can do is love what I have
and pray for the Universe
to bring to me what's right
and hopefully end up happy,
flashing through the night sky;
golden, sparkly, and clear.