A Spark that Once Lived

Darkness is always known for the lack of light,
But within its depths, there it sits �"
Short and melting; its time winding down.
It has been burning day and night,
Its own wax crawling down its spine and then splits
Into its bottom, where the flame will eventually drown.

It’s a spark that was started half a decade ago.
The vigorous flame stretching upward,
Sharing its vibrant light with the cold darkness.
Its warmth was a daily reminder there wasn’t a final woe.
And that brightness was dynamic and skyward �"
Although it was small, the strength it had was a constant progress.

The spark had a blessed gift:
Fear did not exist with it.
Pain was absent to it.
Happiness was its calling.
Mighty was its naming.
Love was its solving.

That spark was believed to last a lifetime.
However, the darkness still exists,
And the darkness was bound to consume again.
So, the flame died down and eventually couldn’t climb.
What it obtained, all of its gifts,
Was a struggle to keep until it had nothing to gain.

The death of the spark was the hardest realization
For the darkness, who understood that he was now lonely,
That he truly didn’t mean to kill the spark that made him alive,
That he was just another horrible damnation,
That the spark contained something sacred, something holy,
And now that it was gone, it can never be revived.

The darkness became colder throughout time.
Never did he realize the spark shared its warmth,
Never did he realize no troubling thought came to play
When the flame flickered high, bringing sublime,
Never did he realize he actually felt the warmth
Until he realized there was another way,
          To revive the spark that same day.

His new mission was one that read “impossible”,
But he read it like “anything’s possible”.
To another darkness, this mission seemed absurd,
Downright stupid, but he hurdled over those obstacles
And fought to make his stance plausible,
Never giving up what had been unheard.

His mission was to become the spark that once lived
By doing everything the spark once did,
By believing everything the spark once did,
By becoming everything the spark once was.
Nothing was going to stop him from rising high because
As he kept fighting his battles, that spark was the first cause
          To something greater than brightening what he had on pause.

Darkness is always known for the lack of light,
But within its depths, there it sits,
A wild, flickering flame stretching higher than ever before.
Its brilliance the most fascinating sight.
Its liveliness contagious, for it will never call for quits.
And this spark that started such a warmth that everyone would adore
          Was once the darkness that found what he truly stood for.

Reviews

[micky]

What a turn of events. Brilliant!!! Well done:)

[Sandra Caskey]

Thank you very much!