Look into my eyes.
Is there fire there? Do you see how the spark has returned?
I let my spark go out. It got put out.
Years ago.
When the kindling that once resided at my core was dampened by the dark void that swallowed it as I looked deeply into my own eyes reflected in a mirror over a dirty bathroom sink during one of the worst moments of my life.
But it’s back, I can feel it.
It started at the base of my pelvis. And caught. Traveling up my spinal column, flooding my senses with a sense of assuredness. Gusto. Moxie.
And others can see it too.
“You have that spark in your eye.”
“I love when you give me that fiery stare.”
“You look beautiful, full of energy.”
Look into my eyes.
Is there fire there?
An Experiment with Vulnerability 