POEM: Spark

In the depths of a great, deep hole, a boulder rolls down,

crushing us but not our souls.

We have ridden the tides of the sea,

sometimes struggling, sometimes free.

Because, like a phoenix, we shall rise from our ashes,

and fly like a bird that never crashes.

But now when we are tormented and messed,

tired and suppressed.

There is still a spark, that will always be there,

a lingering seed which we will never forswear.

The spark turns to a dancing flame,

Beautiful and bright, wild and untamed.

However bad things might get,

remember that flicker, that seed, that spark.

That light that will lead you, no matter how dark.