Spark

Yo, kids. I wrote a poem for English and this is what came of it - it also coincidentally coincides with the title of this blog. Here we go!

A spark, one small thing that changes a lot
Then growing, growing, taking over –
consuming and showing the world your power

Goodness, love, charity,
All embodied in your flames
Everything powerful popping and cracking

But the black fog will come, as if you produce it
when in reality you only attract
the evil wind that surrounds you
wafting, waiting, wishing to overpower

The ignorant say there is no use –
that when the embers barely glow,
the smoke engulfs the world.

Not knowing it takes merely a twig,
some small branch of fuel -
something to live for, something to love
for you to roar once again

Amidst all the evil and despair,
there is hope.
The spark.
We must learn, and start our own fire.




Poetry may not be my forte, but I do love being a pyro!