• Keara Shea

The Spark I Needed

Dark and alone

I sit

Staring into nothing

Taking the blank

Slate ahead of me

And making it more

blank.

Until you came along

And suddenly I am

Candled,

Lit with inspiration

Taking over the room with

my presence

Filled with joy like

the french vanilla smoke

that clones around us

making the world

Turn again.

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