Stephanie Eberly
Metaphor Poem
An ember plants inside your mind,
Its heat smolders,
Leaving a burning desire to grow,
Grow into a roaring fire.
Day to day it slowly enlarges,
Consuming the thoughts that enter your consciousness.
Inspiration kindles the small flame within.
A sudden blaze is provoked,
By a word spoken or a gesture received.
A day passes, two, the flame burns continuously,
Never leaving your mind.
It invades like a thief,
Ready to steal your joy at the slightest upheaval.
The day comes, the moment when that flame grabs a hold of your life,
Its flickering fingers encircle all your hopes and dreams.
Nothing else matters but this one idea.
Without warning, a torrent of doubt washes in.
The thief snatches what you had once held onto so dearly,
And like a flash of lightning — the flame is extinguished.
All hope is lost.
But, what is this? Could it be once again?
A small ember planted inside your mind.
An idea, waiting to be stirred to life.