Somewhere…somewhere it ignites,
A tiny flicker
Waving its small flame.
Looking for the fuel
To help it burn brighter,
Pressing its brave warmth
Against the fabric of a world
Greedy with resistance.
The flame sputters and gains strength,
And climbs outward,
Prying open clenched fists
That would extinguish its essence,
Spreading a momentum
Of tarnished hope,
Never ceasing to gasp
For newer footholds
To feed its energy.
Wherever the flame goes,
It begins its journey again,
Never going out,
Always breathing with the speed
Of grace and desire.
Check writes from North Wildwood.
Cape May Beach – So Democrat governors and mayors think their authority is greater than federal authority? That’s hilarious! I see some of them say you’re not coming for my people meaning people here illegally while…
