Part Two

Another day:
the flames keep feeding off the fire
from which they arose,
the flames feed off of the one small spark
which gave them life
& the unflinching confidence to burn
vehemently.

Only some time ago
I thought that this fire had gone out
for good. If this
wasn't enough bad news,
I thought that my love, my desire
just to keep this fire aflame
had been lost, never again
to be regained.

But no more.
As anyone worth their salt knows,
there is always hope:
it was the one small spark
which I needed to bring back
this fire & the flames
I felt I almost lost forever.

Hope was the one small spark
I couldn't have done without:
when my will to stay the course
had almost dwindled to nothing,
when my will to fight
the good fight was seen
as nothing more than a
distant dream,
hope stepped in
to give me renewed purpose,
renewed faith to take on anything.

Now look at this fire:
the flames are still feeding off the
one small spark
which gave them the power
to keep on unimpeded;
these flames will go on burning
but now
with more heartfelt commitment
than ever.