Each child is a precious gift to the future.
In the eyes of every child, the future is an infinite line of opportunity and life until stolen.
Whose job is it? To ignite that flame, to coax it into being when it has gone out, possibly never to return.
Anyone can lift another off the ground.
I can call to you, and hear your cries of need. We all have ears that hear, we all have eyes that see.
Every day so many souls get lost, so many sparks fading out, but not forever if we are the ones who see.
Make the right decision, reach out into the dark, and pull their hand back from the brink.
You know how a fire works, all you need to do is breathe. To stoke the coals and bring the flames to life.
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.




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