Caught in mindless trivia the air begins stink,
I find my soul is fading, tilting, nervous, on the brink.
Deep breaths, I emerge from negativity, own air, it seems to work,
The foul inside banished forever, be gone, tip toeing, you lurked.
It took soul-searching to find you, instinct whispers you are there,
I breathe you out, no drama or dramatic flare.
Dark grey hue, you are smoking, fuming at my nerve,
Glittered aura replaced you, shining brighter, this is love.
@Michelle Sotiriou 2014
She Be Fierce 