Half light
A/n: This my third poem to the word prompt "spark" suggested by @peepeepoopoo3d...this fun inspiration support is hosted by @picklemafia...this third poem actually was not planned but inspiration hit me in the face during my math lesson...that's why there is now another poem to the word prompt:))
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She hadn’t felt anything in months.
Not joy. Not rage.
Not even the dull ache of waiting.
Then it came—
a spark.
Uninvited,
unexplained.
A single second of heat in her hollow chest.
It wasn't much.
Just a glance that lingered too long,
a sentence that cracked something open,
a memory that didn’t ask permission.
She mistook it for healing.
She mistook it for freedom.
But sparks are tricky things—
some start wildfires,
others burn themselves out
before you even get your hands warm.
And this one?
It danced,
it dared,
it died.
Left her staring at the smoke,
heart thudding with the echo
of something almost.
Now she walks in half light—
too awake to be numb,
too broken to ignite.
But somewhere deep inside,
she guards the ghost of that spark,
as if one day,
it might come back
wearing fire.
