matchbook

a match against friction
setting an explosion ablaze
that’s how quickly
it could all go up in flames

instead of hiding it away
i hold up the matchbook
feel it firmly in my hands
touch every possible groove

ready for it to strike
at a moment’s notice
my skin anticipates
my lungs grow fuller

with possibility brewing
i can smell the smoke
awakening every sense
igniting every vein

now, i walk onward
with fiery, full intention
fervent for this world
stirred into new existence