I am a kernel of un-popped popcorn,
Shining gold and glassy smooth.
I am cold, hard, useless:
My potential held back and coiled;
A mere understatement of what I could be.
I could love and be loved,
Warming up from the very centre of my being
Until I am so overwhelmed with emotion
That I can’t contain myself anymore.
The golden light within me would reveal itself
And I would explode into graceful flight,
The warmth and energy within me
Raising me up into wild abandon.
Freedom would encompass me,
My body turning light and weightless
While fiery sparks sizzle from me.
I could be timeless, ageless.
I could be pure white and beautiful.
I could be everything I ever dreamed to be,
But I am just a kernel of un-popped popcorn,
Shining gold and glassy smooth,
Cold, hard, useless, alone.