Somewhere...somewhere it ignites,

A tiny flicker

Waving its small flame.

Looking for the fuel

To help it burn brighter,

Pressing its brave warmth

Against the fabric of a world

Greedy with resistance.

The flame sputters and gains strength,

And climbs outward,

Prying open clenched fists

That would extinguish its essence,

Spreading a momentum

Of tarnished hope,

Never ceasing to gasp

For newer footholds

To feed its energy.

Wherever the flame goes,

It begins its journey again,

Never going out,

Always breathing with the speed

Of grace and desire.

Check writes from North Wildwood.