Mother always told me
to fear the flames
Because
Even the smallest spark
It had power
Destructive and unforgiving
As the candle flickered
I knew it was true
I knew it was real
The flames
We’re mighty
But the candle so little
Showed me something
Something else
Something
No one could have told
The little flame caused something much bigger
Much more powerful
A single match
Can start a forest fire
So don’t ever tell me
Something small and unimportant
Is nothing
You may feel like nothing
You may be down
You’re feelings more powerful
It’s like
You’re so trapped
Stuck in nowhere
But you are a match
So strike
And start your wild fire
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Jay Wilson
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Gossamer
"Murray! Wake up!" He loved that period between waking and dreaming. To him, it was like entering another dimension; more of a dreamscape than dreaming itself. There was an otherness to it that he wanted to grasp and yet deeply respected the fact that it could never be his totally. This is what gossamer was; flighty and light, a wisp of smokiness, an idea suggested but not fully revealed, a slit in cloth, a copse in the wood.
By Rachel Deeming6 days ago in Fiction
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