I am still learning how to spark fire from stones And how to be colorful when I'm not in love When the party is over and everyone has gone home I'm still finding peace in the stillness when I am alone And on the days that inspiration does not come When the waves crash down, everywhere And when you feel your best days are gone When who you are and who you wish to be are blurred lines, hazy And your palms still tremble from the memories Even on those days, the light still filters in golden, illuminating me And I will drape it over my shoulders as a blanket to heal in I will sip this coffee until my truth rises from sleep No matter how dark the night chose to be I will always try again in the morning