Archives for the month of: March, 2015

She was born with a spark. Catching fire. Her torch could be seen from the hilltop.

She was born with a spark. Losing fire. The winds of doubt sent her torch teetering.

She was born with a spark. Reigniting fire. Too many tears doused her torch.

She was born with a spark.

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There once was a girl called Spark. She burned bright. But that fire in her eyes became a dying ember. You could find her on cloudy days dressed in weary blue jeans. Rain falling from brown eyes.
There once was a girl called Spark. She felt bright as the sun. But so many things threatened to smoldered her spark. Clouds of doubt clotted her mind.  You could find her wrapped in a dream.
There once was a girl called spark. Fire coarse through her veins. But the tears burned more. She felt the spark winking out like a collapsed star. No more dreams to carry. There once was a girl called Spark.