(NOTE: I HAVE NOT PUT IN ANY GRAMMER CHANGES YET!) sorry ahead of time!
Flame
By: Olivia I. Williams.
They steal the help id give
—but bring it back
In decay
When I asked
for a small flame back
They’d walked away
I've been there
Voice in the mirror
But they cracked mine
With no fear
Because my kindness
They thought
—was forever
They used my flame
—Watered it down
with problems
Till it was just smoke
Blamed me for not
being strong enough
To keep them lit
When I was fighting
For the last flicker of hope
I keep restarting my fire
—Keep finding my flame
But they keep smothering it
Pushing on blame
While fear
Builds
Leaving me
Thinking Im insane
I reach for what I can
But it just disintegrates
Drifting away
In a cloudy mist
Of smoke
And dust.
I ask
I beg
For a spark
But they treat my flame
Like money they can spend
Maybe I’ll stop asking?
Maybe I’ll stop sharing?
Maybe I’ll stop fixing?
I know my voice
can speak more than words
Like the smoke
But I refuse to let anyone see it
Yet now the words that I breath
Forever holds flame
That will stay lit
Like when I write
These words
On the page.
Now I learn that I am silence
I don’t reply
Cause I can light only for I
Without needing to fix anyone else’s flame
I built from broken ember
That I used to write these words
To build myself up
And this time
Myself and my words
Burn only for me.