Silent Rebellion

Light

The light of our lives

Is in the small moments

Fleeting flickers of bright flame

Among the scattered ashes of our existence

We yearn for this flame to stay alight,

We crave to see the crackling embers live a little longer,

A comforting warmth to light the darkness,

The cold within our hearts.

But if or hearts were warmed,

It would surely be the cause of our destruction

Those flickering embers of beauty

Would drown among the roaring flames,

With a passion untamed.