In my heart there is a spark today.
It is very small and not very bright, but I can feel it starting to grow and warm me from within.
Just a silhouette, a burning glimmer of the beginning of a passion that will soon overflow with the force of Old Faithful erupting into my soul and my whole being.
Just a spark – an insignificant spark.
Images in my mind – melodies in my ears – yet as I sit in silence I’m bombarded with symphonies of emotion aching to be expressed.
Who will hear me?
What will I create?
Where is my inspiration?
When will I breath?
Why is my very essence so heavy?
How do I conquer this mountain of challenge and ascend past the insoluble state of my captive reality?
I must shine forth or heaven and earth will cease to exist.
I must soar and rise above with evidence of glory.
I must bear, I must explode, I must shout with aspiration and all the power my old, tired, forsaken body can exclaim -
“Let me free . . . let my spirit free to dominate the generations of time and space and thought with the unleashed mite of my single, simple spark . . .”
Just a little spark – an insignificant, irrelevant, inconsequential, spark that yearns to change the world by fanning flames of lives and dreams extolled by faceless armies of mundane and ordinary and mediocre . . .
Yes, in my heart there is a spark today.
It is very small and not very bright, but I can feel it starting to grow and warm the entire world from within.
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