‎تعبانة Tired

if I had to exemplify

A single word

I was once associated

With bubbly

I once identified with, passionate

With words like, smitten and inlove

Words that exude

What sun feels like

as it grazes your skin (warmth)

Or even

The way it feels when

Fire

Stings the tip of your fingers (passion)

Or the way that

Red looks

Or feels

But now

I feel, burnt out

And all I can

Think, feel or be

Is

Tired, drained and every variation of the word

all the words that tell the story of the

dancing dwindling dissolving

opaque grey smoke after the fire;

has been blown out