Poem: The Fire of Self-Motivation
A star brightens and flares out
its brilliance just for a second
and then it fades into nothing.
The embers remain
yet they cannot be
extinguished forever.
Glows in the shadows
a comfortable warmth
that still lives in the soul.
Stir the coals
rearrange the priorities
put pieces in better places.
A flare of an idea
it catches again
not a roaring flame.
Damp green wood
clouds open and dump rain
so many setbacks.
Restart with flint and steel
strip out the wet and useless
the fire stutters until it catches.
A new star is born
not as brilliant or as high
but give it time.
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