Poem: Finding the Spark of Passion

In the quiet hum of everyday,
A flicker hides, not far away—
A spark, a flicker, small and bright,
A glimmer tucked in the quiet night.

It’s the warmth behind a dream unspoken,
A fire that feels both fierce and broken,
A whispered call, a distant beat,
A longing that no words can meet.

I search for it in silent hours,
Through the mundane and the weeds of flowers,
Until I see it, in the smallest things,
In the way the morning sunlight clings.

The spark is never far, you see,
It waits in you, it waits in me.
It’s the courage to begin again,
The hope that rises after pain.

So let it burn, let it expand,
Take it gently, hold it in your hand—
For passion, once found, takes flight and soars,
It opens doors, and opens more.