13. Carry the Fire
You will kindle before I am born. In my mother’s belly you will ignite. As I am delivered into this world, you will have your first taste of life. You’ll burn a little brighter.
You will flicker while I find my feet. A slow burn. At my first time for everything, you’ll find the fuel to grow. Your glow will help me through the failures and triumphs. Through the first loves, and broken hearts. Through goodbyes, death, changes, joy. You will rage in every part of me.
Some of the fuel will blacken in time, and you’ll be starved of oxygen. At my lowest points. With no fuel and no air you will start to suffocate. You will almost go out.
But you won’t.
You will smoulder for fleeting moments, but there will always be a spark in your embers that will grow to a blaze. There will always be fuel. I will carry you to it. I won’t stay still in your heat.
And one day, maybe soon, maybe years from now, you will extinguish, as I extinguish too. But we’ll have lit many other fires by then.
