ReKindle My Spark

When we first met

I had a spark

A spark that the whole world could see

But the more time we spent together

The more my flame began to flicker

It wasn't long before my wick became dry

And my fire was no more

The room within me was left dark

With no windows no sunshine

Not even a ray of light under the door

Now here I sit alone in this empty room of my heart

Waiting for someone to throw me a match

So I can ReKindle this flame

That spontaneous joy laughter that was given to me at birth

The hopes dreams mistakes and failures that defined me

But if I've learned anything

Its that I don't need a match to light my flame

The wick that had burned for years never relied on any other oil

But the blood that runs through my veins

Free will initiates the spark

So I no longer have to revel in the sheer darkness and the doldrums

of your shadow

I have ReKindled My Flame

Who knew it would still burn even though you replaced the shade

With opaque desires and your manipulative constraint mechanisms

Like the space above this line

I have separated myself from the debauchery and self inflicted punishment

I am done, we are done my flame is reKindled

As it is, you shall remain in the dark where your peace and serenity lies

But I cannot and will not allow my spark to go out again