We are the sum of our experiences,

The product of our circumstances,

 Powder kegs of emotion and rationality.


Each of us can explode, implode, or fizzle out.


Me, at first I imploded, 

collapsing into self despair.

Self hatred.

Self loathing.


Oh how I yearned to fizzle out,

To simply let my light disappear.


A glorious failure, indeed!


Explosions are generally viewed as destructive

But, with things such as mining,

They can be vital to progress.


Now, I explode.

I explode into song.

I explode into laughter.

I explode into light.


I explode into the world with positive energy.






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