The Spark

This is to my mind wandering in wilderness,
lost for too long out there in the dark,
now the silent fire inside me grows,
waiting for that lost spark…

I have lost many battles,
have been injured in many spars,
now it is time to rise the occasion,
it is time to raise my own bars…


I can’t see the dangers that lie ahead,
nor can I predict my own future,
all that I have is my dreams,
they are those which I must nurture…


It is time to see clearly now,
time to stare back at every target I mark,
It is time to stroke that firewood gently,
It is time to give it that missing spark…

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