Uranium

.

Egregious.

The story of who I am.

And I am nothing.

Just another circumstance.

A trial of conscience?

A problem?

Yes, I am.

Rooted in all things

too dark to understand.

.

Compromising

myself to find a plan.

Enriching;

like uranium.

I was something

destructive before,

now I am becoming

something much more.

.

I never realized it.

From the cover

of my shelter,

now

I can see it.

All the eyes

cast to the sky

come to deny it.

That shining light they worship

is an oncoming asteroid.

.

So much for dissuasion.

Who would have thought

that I

would be persuading

you

to put down the knife

and quit your wailing.

The quiet of the night

is all we have

to comfort us

before we destruct.

.

I hold out my hands.

Arms as wide as I can.

Nothing what I was,

I am.

So that you could see,

that before we believed

we were the setting sun.

.

We’re all gone,

and that’s okay.

Take it all in.

Make your potential infinite

and look again.

You’ll see that we’re

transitory.

Becoming explosive.

.

.

HG – 2019