Fire
Aug 29, 2017 · 1 min read
A flicker of light in a quickly darkening room,
The proof of hope, when all may be lost.
With every movement, every breath,
The candle threatens to extinguish and
Bathe the room in black once more.
A closed heart, a candle blown out.
The wax dregs, the shortened wick, the ash.
We blindly stumble through the pitch,
Searching for each other,
Arms grasping darkness.
Until,
A spark.
The flame grows, the light brightens,
Warmth fills the room.
Open your heart.
Shed light.
