American You

I am the fire, I am the flood,

A spark in the dark, then a rush of blood.

I rise like the sun, burn wild and bright,

Then vanish again into endless night.

A symphony plays inside my mind,

A melody lost, a rhythm unkind.

The highs are electric, too fast to hold,

A story half-written, a tale untold.

Then comes the weight, the deafening fall,

The silence that crushes, the emptiest call.

The world turns gray, the air grows thin,

I sink like a stone, swallowed within.

They see my light, they praise my fire,

But fear the crash, the dimmed desire.

They call it chaos, they call it strange,

But they don’t know how quick I change.

I dance on the edge, I break, I mend,

A cycle unending, a lifelong friend.

But I am more than the storm, the fight,

I am the dawn after the longest night.