--Flashes Of Clarity--

Most writers regard truth as their most valuable possession, and therefore are most economical in its use. --Mark Twain

Spooked by faded ghosts.
Gone for so many years.
Yet, somehow they re-emerge.
Sometimes, when you least expect them.
Rattling the chains which link your soul to theirs.
Does this mean that the haunting never ends?
Or, is the mind's eye a shelter which, keeps the fears we have alive inside?
Can we break the pattern we think we should follow?
Or, is the truth already implanted inside our souls?
Can the flesh that we live in disguise our true selves?
One day you are awoken by the revelation of truth.
A truth so powerful that it consumes you to take your most honest actions.
Once afraid to be yourself.
And, then in a flash of clarity, it is all you can do.
And, you feel what you've believed in, for so long.
You must let those feelings ignite inside, and, breathe it all in slowly.
Don't forget the dragon's breath which rests inside.
It can turn into a fire which cannot be put out.
Instead, let it be the sweetest of burning desires that you exhale.