Flames Slowly Die In This World So Cold,
Yet I've Learned To Thrive In It,
Just As The Flourishing Inuit

I'm
          Ready
                 To
                             Change
               My
Niche
I'm
               Ready
                    To
          Bloom
To
           Full
                               Potential
                               I'm
                       Ready
          To
Finally
Be
Me

A Curl Of Smoke--My White Breath--
Whisps Through The Air
One Thousand Words I Never Said
Race Through My Mind
As I Stand In The Light Before Dusk
Soon To Be Concealed By The Billions Of Stars