full moon

nothing
means anything
means everything
means tomorrow
is another day.
the beauty
is in the fight
is in the moments
between minutes.
tangled,
torn,
between
dreams and fears.
fight what's inside
to hold on to the outside.
is it a choice
or a gift
or a game
at the hands of another?
every creation
holds its own keys to destruction.
there exists within,
a passion,
that drives
that builds
that burns
and burns.
all that i have
all that i am
will vanquish in this flame.