A glow ignites the darkness
A beacon that draws me close
Like a moth to an open flame

Lighting ablaze
The unvisited crevices
Of my lonesome heart

Your welcoming warmth
Quiets my once riotous mind,
Calming the clamorous
Lurking chaos in my chest

Frightening off lurking shadows
And dispersing the horrors
That haunt my nights

Holding you tight,
You usher me forth,
Until side-by-side we stand.

Together,
Hand in hand,

You bring me joy
That I cannot fully comprehend.

But there is one thing
That you’ve made me understand.

That is:
I’ll never again
Let go of your hand

Not in a tempest.
Not when it rains.
For you are my precious flame.

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This story was inspired by a writing prompt from the “Storyteller’s Vault” Publication.

Ablaze
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