Godray Poem by emergingfrom thedark

The sun is a sphere
of plasmatic fire:
bubbling; boiling; threatening to scorch
anything
everything
And I dwell here- most of my body freely exposed-
ready to bubble
to boil
to scorch
because, after so many months of the dark, dreary freeze,
I am like a bear, emerging from unfastidious hibernation;
a butterfly, stretching my aching wings, for I am a virgin of flight;
a virgin of freedom, after so many weeks of being incarcerated in my own proverbial cocoon
of sadness
of hatred
of huge investments of myself in projected love

And so,
the sun is a welcome flame against my darkness;
I am a canvas for whatever nature pines to paint.
I am ready to bubble,
boil, scorch, and more...
if that means I can be happy.