SPARKS

A Poem by HBAM Fergeson

SPARKS

Yesterday someone tried to steal my spark.

They tried to crush my light with all of their dark.

Telling me that what and how I “see”

Has no value or validity.

But my sight brings me joy and peace...

An endless fountain of love’s release.

For the “little things” that make up MY reality?

They may not be for you, and that means all the more for me.

Blessed Be.