When the air is cold
And the wind comes rushing in,
The fire goes out
And the light is growing thin,
But the flame you hold within
Is ever bright.
It burns without
Extinguishing tonight.
Every tale you’re told to write
Feels uninspired,
But the words that spring from you
Are more desired.
This poem is about the wisdom and warmth we hold within ourselves. It felt appropriate for this time of year, as temperatures in many places are dropping.
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