The Flame

Ignite already.

My goodness!

Oh there,

The spark caught.

The flame is burning,

Let’s keep it going.

It sputters;

I watch

I hope

I squint

I hold my hands around it,

protecting it from the elements.

I coddle it

Like a newborn.

It dims,

I freeze.

But then,

It brightens.

I exhale.

And the

flame

keeps

burning…

 

Photography and poem originals by D. Ngo, all rights reserved for Up Into the Clouds.

 

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