My spark

The spark is still there although it's not been shown for some time, like the last little safety boat floating through life. 

It's never to long without the next natural or self made disaster, bring out the tears or unbelievable laughter 

For as long as we try others can walk by our side, picking up forgottens and looking for the light but the darkness is not theirs it was buried inside 

All gifted with a power to fuel what we own, lifted from many of the other wondering souls.

 Never can any hold what we hold this is the journey loneliness but not alone, in the blood sweat and tears to grow then unfold turning each of lifes scars into art unknown 

Knowing every moment was lived thoroughly through the heart and the brain kept the momentum until the day we depart!

We never lose our shine, even as a spark just sometimes it's only ment to be for the next step or to sit and find nature already recognised the who that we are. 

Nothing more was ever needed than to breathe to become a star