“Fireflies” – poem

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Fireflies

When the wounds of the day

And the sleep-debt of the week

Tap in to my bone-deep well of sadness,

Fierce anger ignites

Bringing momentary warmth and light

At the cost of a mouthful of ashes.

Afterwards, in the cooling dark

Rocking slowly back and forth

I wrap myself in a thin blanket of regret,

Mourning the delight life once brought me.

Finally, in the still quiet of my exhausted mind,

Words, unbidden but welcome, flicker into being,

Little fireflies of hope dancing in the dark,

Dispelling gloom with evocations of past happiness

and the promise that joy will rise with the sun.

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