It Begins With A Spark






It begins with a spark

Ignites into a flame

It charges through your chest

It fills your lungs

Every breath you take burns within your throat

Your eyes water

Your head spins

Your legs are too heavy to move

You reach out...

Hoping to touch something

Hoping to feel something

Needing to hold anything for support

The tips of your fingers reach out a little farther

It's difficult to see through the fog

And then...

Something is there

Something to give you hope that not all is lost

There it is, almost out of reach, but still there

With one last belief in your own heart, you take that leap of faith

And hold onto the one thing you believe can save you.

You leap forward~

~Towards

Love!



3 comments:

pol sun said...

almost out of reach,
but still here in our hearts

Beth said...

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Cynthia Schuerr said...

Lori, I can't believe I missed this lovely poem.
A very beautiful, but dangerous sentiment in these lines....."With one last belief in your own heart, you take that leap of faith

And hold onto the one thing you believe can save you.

You leap forward~

~Towards

~Love!"