Undying Ember

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 25, 2016

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Submitted: August 25, 2016



I am using all my strength and willpower

To carry the dry branches to the top of the stack.

A spark is what I need

But a match can not light itself.


Finally, a fire has started

As I find someone with flint-stone.

The fire keeps on burning

Providing warmth to both of us

The first time in my life that I feel warm

On the inside.


We believe that the fire will never die

Everything seems so promising.

But a heavy storm comes, unleashing

Barrages of water onto the fire.

We have to keep throwing in 

Wood, paper, anything that burns

The fire is battling the water

Evaporating, thinning

Like how we battle the us in the past

And what is to become of us.


Our tiny power stands no chance against nature

A flood washes me away

Slamming me onto the side.

That’s when I have realized

I have thrown in all that I have

Into the fire.

I have nothing left.


I dip a quill into the ashes

Transforming the last remaining fragments

Into art and poetry, into legacy.

Here the wind will never blow the ashes apart

Here the rain can never sweep the embers away.

Among the formation of the last pieces,

A huge fire is still burning.


The only thing I have neglected

The embers haven’t died

The ashes are still warm.


A match can not light itself

Neither can a flint-stone

But together

Another spark.


How beautiful it is to watch

The art and poetry laminated with fire.

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