Compressed Light

In my hands,

I hold a ball of compressed light.

My soul.

It's filled with dried flowers,

potpourri, wafting out.

Delicatly burning embers,

glittery, glistening stars.

It contains my world,

my heart.

blood surging around the outskirts,

keeping me alive,

keeping me warm.

It radiates light,

sunbeams dancing through the gaps in my fingers,

escaping with sudden burst as I try to contain it.

I can't.

My soul leaks out in everything I do.

Everything I am.

Raining down on this world,

like a well-needed storm,

but I am anything but gray.

I'm filled with the colours of the rainbow.

My soul covered in a sun-catcher,

love pouring out in waves,

I ebb and I flow,

sometimes I don't even know,

the powers I hold

inside.

And then I let go.

Letting my soul breathe,

letting it bathe in the universe ,

the universe that is me,

oh-so-wild and free