Ember and Inferno by Conor D. Ryan

And once upon a time…
An ember burned,
Smouldering all the time…
A lesson learned,
And whatever way –
the wind blows…
Come whatever may.
However it goes,
it is the price paid.
When spark remains:
A whisper would
fan the flame.
Yet silence could
do the same.

Sitting amongst ashes,
and seeing the light
as it flashes.
Could well blind.
It was the night,
that left behind
the spark that became inferno.

It builds up,
pushes through,
lets loose –
with much ado.

Fucking fired up.
Ember, spark, flame.
The ashes became:

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