Sitting in the dark

Sitting in the dark

Longing for a spark

Something to see nothing to but dark.

A glimpse of hope in the never-ending cold of night

A small flame I see.

A light I can feel in my being.

The fire that pushes back on the night

The flame that calms the cold of the dark

Walking closer the light starts to grow.

The heat calling me from the depths of the below.

Darkness that once surrounded me now starts to fade.

The heat of the flames burning the dark out of me.

The pain now becomes my strength.

The burning transforming my soul.

With fire the dark finds no place to grow

The darkness was once all I knew.

The light brightening growing moving into all I know.