Poem: Heal the Eternal Flame

Within the soul, a fire burns bright,
An ageless glow, a sacred light.
Through storm and ash, through grief and blame,
Still flickers on the eternal flame.

But time is cruel and hearts can break,
The ember dims when shadows wake.
Wounds unspoken, pain unnamed,
Can nearly smother what once was claimed.

Yet, listen—soft beneath the cry,
A whisper breathes, it does not die.
The flame, though wounded, still remains,
Awaiting hands to heal its chains.

So feed it not with guilt or fear,
But with a truth that draws you near.
With love unarmed and courage raw,
Restore the fire with all you are.

Speak kindly to your inner core,
Forgive the self you once wore.
Tend the light, though small it seems—
It holds your wildest, truest dreams.

No flame must blaze to prove its worth,
Even embers can warm the earth.
And what is healing, if not this:
To keep alive what pain can’t kiss?

So heal, not fast, but deep and slow,
Let your quiet fire regrow.
For in your chest, through darkness and shame—
Still, beats the heart of the eternal flame.

Thank-you for reading.

Much love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty