The Flame

 

You grope in the black

And try to find a light.

Something…anything

To fill the void.

You sense a flicker,

A spark of warmth.

Slowly it grows

Out of the dark.

The spark shines brighter,

Lighting the room,

warming your

heart and soul.

The spark has grown

And is now a flame.

A gleam of truth

And hope and pain.

Now it diminishes

And fades away.

The warmth is gone

It’s decayed.

You want it back

But fear it’s gone for good.

Slowly you turn away

From where the flame once stood.

Your heart is broken,

Your eyes are crying,

Your Spirit withers

And your soul is dying.

You turn back around

To have one last glance

The flame is back

With a second chance.

You go toward it

And embrace the warmth

That gradually returns

To your heart.

You watch

As the flame

Roars into

A fire.

The fire swells,

Maturing and thriving

And spreads throughout

The forest of your heart.

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This is good. I like the whole fire thing. It has a lot of depth and emotion behind it. Very good poem.