Ignition

In the quiet depth of shadowed despair,

Where memories linger in the cool midnight air,

I sift through the remnants, the fragments of pain,

In the ashes of loss, where sorrow’s refrain.

Each handful of dust holds a story untold,

Of warmth once ignited, now fading and cold.

Yet amidst the gray, in this somber embrace,

A flicker appears, bringing light to the space.

From the embers of heartache, a spark comes alive,

A resilient flame, determined to thrive.

It dances and shimmers, a beacon of hope,

Guiding the lost on the perilous slope.

Through layers of sorrow, it weaves its bright thread,

Transforming the darkness, where love once had bled.

In the ruins of grief, beauty finds its way,

As the flame of remembrance ignites a new day.

So I gather the ashes, not with dread but with grace,

For within every loss, there’s a sacred place.

Where the fire of love, though it flickered and waned,

Burns brightly again, in the heart unchained.