a spark

``A spark of life, created by a fire of two beings made from flesh.

A spark of joy, for those who wished for a new fire to be lit.

A pang of despair, for those who were not prepared to see it.

A pang of guilt, for those who never meant for this to be.

A eye of curiosity, aimed from those who will see.

A stomach filled with life, preparing for a life of strife.

A cry filled with despair, for the spark has started to sputter out.

A teared wail, for the spark has stopped shining.

A shout filled with joy, for a life has been born through the strife.

Affection masking desperation, for the fires have become a flame.

A spark starts to burn on the wood prepared for it.

A spark sees the fire that created it snuff out.

A spark all alone, seeks for an ember to call their own.

A spark left without a home, seeks now for shelter on its own.

A spark left in the rain, starting to sputter like it’s flames.

A dying flame, holding itself above the spark, carries it through the rain.

A spark, now a flame, starts to burn brightly like its own one did.

A determined flame, finds an ember in the dark.

A caring flame, carries the ember to where it has its own.

A soft ember, and a loving flame.

A spark flies between them, and they start to light up together.

Both now burn brightly into the night, together they fly away from despair.

A wave of emotion, for the pair now create their own flame.

Together a new spark is formed, and an old dying ember passes away, contently.``