there is a spark,
sitting right behind your heart.
it might dim a little
here and there.
tarnish and have
a scratch or two.

in its shadow,
hoping to be forgotten,
are all the mistakes, 
the missteps, and
misfortunes of a heart
that loved without limit. 

its light shines 
when life goes dark. 
lights a path
through the storm. 
gives hope when
all feels lost. 

we can lose sight of it,
misplace it or
try to snuff it out,
but it’s always there. 
don’t hate that spark.
that’s the real you.

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