Catalyst
That’s what you called me,
the one who shook you
from your hamster-cage of a life,
the supernova that blew you free,
the storm wind that sent you
spinning, the baking soda
in your vinegar.
Fire-starter,
mind-changer, energy shot
in bright rays from me to you,
altering your chemical makeup, or
so you say. If no energy is ever lost,
why am I? What of the
years spent
sparking others, waiting
for my own explosion?
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