Hidden in the dirt,
buried by the mud.
Fossilized in the hurt,
drowned by the flood.
Past pain’s extinction,
a memorialized distinction.
Addiction’s affliction,
a restricted conviction.
Carnivorous creations of the past,
once devouring courage and hope.
Now petrified puddles of contrast,
vitality harnessed to surpass the cope.
I’m elated to excavate this rare fuel
and its pools of belated renewal.
Finally, I’ve found this fated jewel
long hidden from the fool.
The unending cycles of shame,
instead splendid piles of power.
Glistening bright in the flame,
this at last,
is the hour.
Shaken, not stirred
Powerful man.
Powerful brother! 🔥🔥🔥