On occasion
I feel I am but nothing.
The smallest slice of an ember;
Emitting no heat nor flame.
Those days I foster love.
Regenerating what is left of me,
Knowing that the tiniest ember
Still has potential to flame once again
Given oxygen,
I breathe.
Reignite;
I burn.
Short but impressive post..
well written๐๐๐
Thank you๐