A shot at putting my thoughts to words

Risin' up from the ashes,
The spirit wandered free,
It had been a long time since it had soared,
A long, long time………….

It had been given the freedom by its kin,
But it had not yet realised that fact,
It refused to break the shell and fly,
It seemed that it wouldn't ever, but it did,

When it did break free at last,
It seemed too used to its self-induced confinement,
It refused to leap, to fly, to soar,
Like the free bird, like the whistling breeze,

Tis' not that it didn't feel the call of the wind,
Not that it didn't see the glorious rays of the setting sun,
Tis' just that it had decided to ignore the calls,
But it was destined that the spirit was to soar,

From the thing that wouldn't,
From the thing that feared,
From that which refused,
It was meant to move to something better,

The thing that wouldn't mind,
The thing that overcame its fear,
That which gave it a go,
The spark was kindled,

They were just embers in the ashes,
Winds of change blew over 'em,
The embers glowed bright,
The glow was now scintillating,

It had needed only that spark,
That single brilliant pinpoint of energy,
And that spark was you,
It didn't recognise the spark when it was next to it,
But it has recognised it now…………..



-The Confused Cranium