Conflagration of Hope

Darkness crushing down…
I stand in the dark…
bereft and alone until…
…the tiniest spark,
just a glimmer…
flares from my heart.
Hope flames in my breast.

I hand it onward…
…hand it on to you.
Take it to your heart.
Raise up high the torch.
Pass it on to light the way.
Share the fire’s warmth.
Ignite a conflagration of hope.

Artwork created by the poet