An Extinguished Spark
I was really into hearths
Imagine if you will, a hearth filled to the brim with dry hay.
This is a lonely person’s soul. No attachments or heat in them.
However, accompany someone that they respect near them.
A spark is placed in the hearth, cold but alive.
As the hearth sits with that cold ember barely alive,
something incredible occurs...a yearning for more.
A fire in this lonely soul for companionship ignites passionately.
Only one other person can keep this hearth alive...or extinguish it.
The pair must trust each other to keep their hearths ignited.
Yearning turns to romance, a deep trust.
These hearths turn to beacons in the dark world they once lived in.
Hearths can only contain so many flames at once.
Once romance begins to transform into unnecessary adulation,
the hearths crack and the souls create an emotional...
chasm.
The Hearths can burn by themselves for a time.
However, a chasm is crepuscular and somber,
if one does not cross the chasm to meet the other…
The relationship is adjourned and the one in the middle of the chasm will be in the pit of it.
Both Hearths will return to their former states,
lonely and barren.
The chasm will engulf where there once was another soul but it will eventually disperse.
Slyvia Fraser once said, “ To me, forgiveness is the cornerstone of healing.”
When this is accepted, the hearth isn’t always so cold.
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