Poetry

That Spark

Sometimes I see sparks flying from my hands

Bright and yellow

Growing brighter the more I use them


Then I forget to use them.

Life gets in the way

Activities I love, gone


The spark grows dim

Eventually fading


One day it will return,

It’s always come back

But when? I don’t know

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