#Poetry

Catalyst

A warm touch woke me

One spark.

You spoke of dreams, I Froze.

Spark two

as things begin to unfold

another spark flew

My logic went up in flames

in awe, no smoke, no one spoke

Spark four.

My reality was a chore

Five

My dreams lit a fire that set my soul ablaze

no more chores

My dreams are the keys to opening new doors.

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