Then & Now

the absence of the catalyst to misfortune

By Jeffrey SparksPublished 2 years ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read

When my world was in chaos, I took an air tank and dove deep before surfacing again.

Then found you, my nitrogen gas, and you gave me the bends.

When my world fell into pandemonium, I soaked my lungs in gasoline, but never swallowed a match.

Then found you, my potassium chlorate, sparking my lungs into a pile of ash.

That was then, this is now.

Now, my world is at peace.

I have reason to believe, it is because you are nowhere to be found.

The absence of the catalyst to misfortune, can turn a life around.

Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.

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