Writing Prompt

Breathless

I wonder

What’s the difference

Truly

Between a wildfire

And a candle?

How much they burn

How ones wrath is barely containable

And the other one is stuck in a minuscule world

Bound by gravity and chained by fate

To burn endlessly

In a single spot.

I pondered

Thought

Sighed

And realized

There truly is no difference

Because the candle fire would burn a forest if

Giv...

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but my brain awakes,

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‘We don’t take flight,

we brave it out,

against the weather.’

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