THE FLAME

Ordinary to the casual eye
blending with the others
going about their mundane lives

A second glance not worthy
of one so plain and simple
already forgotten by the passersby

These are but constant moments
in her vast sea of time
overlooked and deemed inadequate

Her lips curve in a knowing smile
what seems to be and what is
two opposites of the extreme

Holding within her a complexity
of burgeoning passions
only she recognizes and embraces

The flame rages in its dwelling
threatening to burn through
to bring forth the reality of her substance

She quells the blaze to avoid notice
mediocrity her preferred appearance
one among many

Alone
she lets the fire engulf her
and she soars

*~Nikki~*