To be young and hopeful again

I want the fire back. I can’t rub two sticks together this time. 

It’s going to take a different approach.

I have to pull it out of me. 

My heart rate increases causing some sparks. 

So I keep on running, but it doesn’t ignite. 

I’m panicking because all I want is to feel the heat. 

I’m so cold. 

My fingertips are blue and my eyes are turning black.

I keep on running. 

I’m almost there. In my mind I feel myself getting hot, and excitement flows through me for the first time in a while. 

The moon comes out and I slip on ice. I roll down a snow covered hill. 

I stay frozen this time. Pain flashing through all of my bones. 

Hope leaves my eyes and I realize i’m never going to feel the same way I did years ago.

When I was young and the world was warm.

Reviews

[KCthelastboyscout]

I can relate so much to this and I'm sure others will as well.desire comes and goes throughout life.but it never completely burns out.writing this came from inside you and it was very brave sharing this with us

[Samuel Dickens]

A chilling conclusion. Pun intended, I guess, but not entirely. As I become more aware day by day, the years can be unkind. Strong writing, my friend.

[Writeforlovely]

Thank you so much

[Kashif]

I love it. The setting, the story feel of it, and the way the metaphors come together to make your point. Awesome writing.