Huddled with survival,
dying coals radiate little warmth.
walk toward that which lights your fire.
fuel the love light inside yourself.
When the wind blows and blows fiercely.
Your glowing flame will remain.
Untouchable.
© Ali Grimshaw
Huddled with survival,
dying coals radiate little warmth.
walk toward that which lights your fire.
fuel the love light inside yourself.
When the wind blows and blows fiercely.
Your glowing flame will remain.
Untouchable.
© Ali Grimshaw
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
I appreciate your comments. Any poem is an opportunity to reflect on our own thoughts. Thanks for putting mine to good use today.
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Sometimes I believe your correct and other times I question the validity of that statement, or the fire/no fire from within. It is a daily dance and some days a minute by minute dance. This week in particular. OX
Make it a great day.
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walk toward that which lights your fire…fuel the love light inside yourself…Untouchable.
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I love this.
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Thank you for your kind words.
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