Light In The Dark

I was born of flint and stone

I was cut from my family

Slow at first I soon grew

Chopped into pieces

I glowed brighter as the sun dimmed the skies

I was introduced to a horrid thing

I move freely but am contained within stones

Fire, I believe is what it's called

I jump and dance,

weaving my way through what is called Wood

I'm tortured by it.

It plays with me

I grow eager and try to escape my stone prison

I heal my wounds as quickly as I can

I grow relaxed and strong

I feel myself wither away inside.

I'm poked at.

I harden

Will away the scares,

but to no avail.

I grow and grow

The things around me back away

I feel a sharp pain in my bark

Fire has come back with full force

I burn and burn

Burning my way through Wood

I try to stay alive

Why do you do this to me?

I'm doing this for us.

Nothing will hurt us ever again.

You don't know your own power.

The cold fear comes again,

but this time it does not stop.

I look down at what used to be me.

Now a smoldering pile of ashes

No. I want to live!

Darkness, save me, old friend.

The light diminished below me.

I don't save.

I consume.