your soul is full of
flames
that burn brightly, fiercely,
as you move through the gusts of life's winds and storms
but sometimes
when you're the only warm thing in a long distance
it's hard to fight the cold
and stay warm
everyone has a flame inside them
it starts out small
then grows
and brightens
and as we endure life's cold
and bask in its beautiful springs
and struggle and burn
it darkens and lightens
our flames all used to be strong at one point
bonfires of
warmth, fierce anger, and
beautiful pain
but as life sometimes rained on us
and made them hiss and sputter
they started to extinguish,
and then to fade
and some go out
when they give up on themselves
the fire grows dimmer and dimmer until
one day, it's gone
because they've lost hope that
things will get better
but they don't remember
that there has to be a sunset to have a dawn
your light may flicker sometimes too
but that doesn't mean you should lose hope
because someone will come and rekindle your flame
you may just have to keep it alight on your own for a while
but soon enough someone will come along
and see your light
and want to make it burn like it used to
and they will smile, and relight your fire.
you will burn as brightly as you did before you struggled
you can endure the spatters of rain
you just have to remember that when you're in a pit
someone will come and throw you a rope
and as you climb out, your fire will burn again,
an inferno that shows how brightly you burn
and you realize that all you need
to keep burning is a little bit of hope.
YOU ARE READING
These Insufficient Words
PoetryPoetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. -Robert Frost This is my own collection of thoughts. My own stories, through the deepest sorrow and highest peaks of happiness I've had in my rather brief life, and s...