I was born on a
cold winter’s day
when the light
was fading and
the frost lay thick
and frigid high
above sea level

You think
I can’t remember
but my cells do
I know the moment
my spark entered my body

I know the moment I knew
what I was here to do
It was never spoken

Spoken can get broken

Sparks can set a bush fire
others don’t like raging fires
keep flames safely in the hearth

I have kept the spark
tended it and
I know for sure
I am the one
I have been waiting for

© Tanya Southey
#52words52weeks

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