The Fire That Feeds
A spark ignites, a fleeting flare,
A moment’s rage, so much kindling there.
Anger swells, its embers grow,
A fire fed by the pain we know.
We stack the wood with bitter hands,
Each grievance laid, each hurt that stands.
The flames, they rise, a ceaseless burn,
For dwelling on, keeps us bound in turn.
But step away, the world calls near,
A laugh, a song, a friend sincere.
The fire fades, its strength undone,
When life distracts and we move on.
The lesson hides in ash and coal:
To starve the blaze, release control.
Don’t stoke the heat, don’t fan the flame,
Let time reclaim its rightful name.
For fires die when left alone,
And peace regrows where soot was sown.
Mark
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