Ember
There is a fireplace to your left.
Take an ember, she won’t burn you. Give her a name.
Nurture her. Feed her.
She will grow, and love you, if you protect her from the wind and rain, and nothing in the world loves like fire.
She will warm you on the cold nights and scorch your enemies when you are threatened.
She will rely on you, or burn down to ashes,
and if you are vigilant,
she can live forever.
I’ve never considered myself a poet, but it seems I’m in a poetry phase. Don’t worry, my next post is probably going to be a couple of preteen girls playing mini-golf or something.
