One spark, of many
To catch the kindling
Barely smoldering
I hold it
In the palm of
My hand
Do I remember
How to do this

A steady, concentrated
Breath
A wisp of smoke
Rises
Small flame
Dances
So gentle, delicate
Crackling with potential

With patience
Once nurtured
Tended, contained
Can sustain life
Or if released
Destroy everything
In its path
Violently, beautifully
Indifferent
Giving way
For the chance
Of new life
To grow

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