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The spark of life is such a fickle thing. Some days I can hardly feel my heart beating. It’s as if the world forgets my name and I float empty in a quiet pool of nothingness.
Other days, the fires of change swallow me up so completely that everything around me catches fire and I lose track of where I end and where the world begins.
These days, I’ve been learning how to care for the embers, and to temper the flame. To keep it alive, even in the darkest moments and to calm the raging fire when it threatens to consume me.
I’m not the best at it just yet, but I get a little better every day.
In the end, I hope to burn just right. Not too bright, and not so little that I lose the light. But just enough to see the truth of who I am, some days a feral beggar, then a king, but always just a fragile dancer, or snow in winter, moving into spring.
