If no one ignites my inner light,
how am I supposed to know if I shine?
You could say I shine by myself,
but what if a spark needs to be ignited?
A fire can’t always burst into flames by itself,
it’s brought to life.
Like you did.
With me.
And like fire, you can extinguish me,
leaving embers
beneath a pile of ashes.
But atleast I was alive, even if only for a while.
The fire has turned grey
and cold with time,
but it’s there,
waiting to be ignited again.
Nathalie Rizk is a graphic designer and copywriter. She blogs at https://nathalierizk.blogspot.com and https://bittersweetscribbles.wordpress.com/