Embers of hope spark within my heart, Daring to wish for a semblance of change Yet again, my expectations are extinguished As quickly as they came to fruition, A withering flame trying desperately to maintain life
Crimson goddess screams her fury, Scarlet flames flaring from the frigid ground And lapping at the gold washed skyline
To strike that ever elusive ember Into existence once again Wrenching me from all-consuming melancholy, Let this hollow spark of mine burn free
Monday Motivation #38
It may feel like your voice isn't being heard, like you as an individual don't matter in the scope of the world. Just know this. You do matter as a person, and your voice matters. You being here does make a difference in the world.
But perhaps, we can achieve eternity Through the memories and hearts Of our loved ones