Over the years, life has been shaped
and reshaped always
with an ember of belief in myself.
Although this ember so cooled
with life’s vagaries,
it never became a blackened wick.
Only when gently sheltered and,
with my soul’s breath,
did it give birth to a tiny flame.
“No one’s ever completely broken. It’s just a matter of how much
has to fall apart before the ember of life is exposed to air.”
~ Charles Eisenstein, author
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