Tiny sparks
I see how small I am
even as I burst with light:
even as I burst with light:
my tiny sparks matter little to
that which is the whole world to me
as I realise the whole world
would barely notice their absence.
I turn it all upside down
and discover
joyfully
I can breath
freer -
Free to live!
Knowing I import little
- there is little I can do
to ruin or make it right -
but also knowing the little I do
has some comport to the whole
as my essence seeps
into the world around me
transforming it,
just a smither.
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