Sparks in the Dark

I start and never finish.

I begin again and again without completing the journey.

I ask myself why.

My conclusion is that I am addicted to contrast.

The fresh excitement of a new idea is captivating like sparks in the dark.

Yet I never spend the time to nurture these sparks to grow into burning suns.

Instead they fade and die as I grasp a new one.

Wouldn’t it be better to tend to a spark until it becomes a self-sufficient sun that gives off warmth for me to enjoy the rest of my life? Wouldn’t it be better than wandering through cold darkness with a small spark?

It’s a long road through the dark while a star grows. If my spark is a good one then it deserves to grow and shouldn’t be forsaken.

Words and Art by Melissa Mitchell