*First read 'the curse' and 'the blessing'*

The three kids are lighting a fire to sit around...


The fire

.. because, let's be honest, it will not end with us. We are here to respect the ones who tried, who DID, who, despite how hopeless they got, still carried on. We are not here to respect the ones who agreed, who settled, who accepted what was because they were either corrupt, fooled, or fear got the best of them. No. I do not respect cowards. We might not be the bravest, or brave at all for that matter. But we are here, and we've been taught to fight for what should be.
*looks at friends* Refuse. Refuse to let doubt corrupt you. Or a sense of calmness when giving up. You will never be calm, because you will ALWAYS KNOW how things are supposed to be, and everything you will see in your hypothetical life will remind you of that. Everything will remind you that once, you had a chance to better things. But the fact that you didn't will always haunt you. And that's no way to live....

*goes back to playing with the fire*..... By the way... fire also symbolizes passion, without which, everything would cease to be."



Poetry by zana
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Written on 2016-01-27 at 18:18

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Ivan R
Fire ends and makes way for new paths. This poem, these words, are just as great as the ember, the spark that make things going, this is a beautiful, strong tale of knowing, questioning, and doing right!
2016-01-31