Short Poem: Rekindled

When darkness overshadows all,
how wonderful to light a match,
magnificent to stoke a flame,
and joy to see a candle’s glow.

When hope cannot be found at all,
how strange that I may match
magnificent despair with flame,
and rekindled, my heart may glow.

Update: I’m tired and sick still. Went to the doctor today. Got a shot in my rump. Hurts to sit down. Here’s my meager attempt to write a poem.


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