Hope

In the place the fire dies, in the ruins is where it lies

A gentle spark in the dead of night, it grows into a wealth of light.

Driving away the pain and fear, and gathering love ones near.

It is a healing warmth to those alone, to strengthen and guide their journey home.

2: Madam Flame
Madam Flame

 

Fire is powerful, hot and alluring.

She shines and glows leaving only glittery ash in her wake.

No one can appease her hunger and greed.

She dances in graceful untraceable movements, spreading a spiraling ribbon of her perfume.

Her wit is quick, wild and full of sparks.

In a mood she is unforgiving, destructive and uncaring.

In a rage none can escape her wrath.

3: The work
The work

Where did it all go?

All of the time effort hard work and persistence

At the end the sense of pride and accomplishment

Looking back was it all really worth it?

Yet I wouldn’t change a thing

It helped make me who I am today

But where did it all go?

I allowed it to consumed me

It was my motivation my reason to get up

When did that stop?

4: Pathetic
Pathetic

A forgotten life . . .

Seeing hate and darkness

Listening to the empty and alone

Tasting of hunger and despair

Feeling cold and broken

The hope is gone

Pain is all that remains

Trapped in self-loathing

Too afraid to change

Life is what we make it . . . life is what we choose

5: Real?
Real?

How can you treat me like this?

Do I really mean so little?

All of that time

Sprouting pretty words

But what did you do?

I no longer play the fool

Sifting through the lies

The connections become clear

How did I not see it?

The truth was always there

6: The Everyday
The Everyday

Waiting for that witch will never come,

A firm belief that life will work out,

Those bad things will never happen to you,

Watching as others make mistakes you avoid,

But each day you make the same ones over and over,

You are not dumb with ignorance,

You chose to knowingly,

Set in old habits,

Too afraid to take a chance and meet defeat,

Once again you self-sabotage,

Plotting out your own tragic ending,

7: The calm
The calm

The peace of this moment

In the dead the night

The noise of a gentle rain outside

My thoughts float around my mind

Where will my life take me?

What does fate have in store?

In this moment I can believe it

That my dreams will come true