The Spark Inside

The Spark Inside I walked through the silence where the echoes don’t speak, A shadow of a name I once tried to keep. The world felt like a storm in my chest, A weight that no one else could guess. I traced every crack in the walls I’d built, Each scar a story, each wound an animal. But the fire inside? It never died Just waited for a spark to rise. At the crossroads of doubt and a distant flame, I chose the light over the same old game. No more hiding in the corners I knew The path isn’t fixed; it’s something I grew. I am the spark that refuses to die! A thousand storms shattered, I rise to the sky. I am the fire in the storm’s cold eye! No restraints on my hands, no fear in my stride. This is my time, this is my fight The weight of the light will never be night. I learned to listen when the silence screamed, To find the strength in a heart that’s been dreamed. The past was a shadow, but it couldn’t define A seed in the soil, not a note I’d sign. I traded the noise for the quiet I knew, A melody born from the cracks in my view. No more chasing ghosts, no more begging the night Just breaths that feel like wings, and a soul in flight. "What is fear?" the void seems to ask, As I wander through echoes of what I lack. The answer’s not in the voices we’re told to hear It’s in the courage to let go and be free. I am the spark that refuses to die! A thousand storms shattered, I rise to the sky. I am the fire in the storm’s cold eye! No restraints on my hands, no fear in my stride. This is my time, this is my fight The weight of the flight will never be light. So let the world crumble like a broken hymn, We’ll build our own story, not the rules they set. For the brave don’t ask for permission They just fight back