On some days I am as steady as
an ocean tide, ebbing and flowing
on the gentle breathe of a breeze.
On others I am but a kindled flame,
awaiting my moment to spark back
into a true force to be reckoned with.
I’m still trying to figure out which people
are my breeze, and which are my gasoline.
I find one that is both.
Those are always the hardest to hold onto.