When your gleam has lost its shine
as you wander through the dark
and you cannot seem to find
a bit of kindling for your spark,
I’ll meet you in your twilight space
I’ll join you in that darkened realm
and find the embers that you hide
not gone, but just obscured inside
and stir the light that brings you home.
And when you find that I’m burnt out
can’t see the sunlight for the rain
stumbling through a cloud of doubt
where all my efforts are in vain,
you drive away the seeds of fear
remind me that I’m not alone
and in the dankness of such days
you are the match that sets the blaze
to light my way on paths unknown.
Each of us has gotten lost
inside the vacuum of our souls
where everything exacts a cost
and leaves us aimless in our roles.
No matter what this life ingrains
nothing ever stays the same,
we're at the mercy of the tender
who searches ash for dying ember
to rouse the cinders that remain
so once more we can be the flame.
© Ginny Brannan 2023
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