Shadow Sparks

Every silence is a sermon.

In the dark, I hold onto the silent hum of the universe. It's a rhythm only I can hear, a low, steady thrum that grounds me when shadows loom. This darkness isn't an absence but a canvas, a space where all possibilities lie dormant, waiting for a spark.

It’s where my courage is born, not from a bold declaration, but from a quiet, internal resolve. I cling to the weight of my own existence, a small, yet powerful anchor against the pull of the unknown.

My firelight is the spark of an idea, a fleeting thought that ignites and burns away the obscurity. It’s not a blazing bonfire, but a single, persistent flame, casting long, dancing shadows that are as real as the light itself.

This fire is fueled by curiosity, by the unyielding need to understand. It illuminates the next step, one patch of ground at a time. In its glow, I find enough courage to move forward. The light doesn’t explode, it endures, growing from the steady, patient act of continuing to believe.

A special shout out to

Ral Joseph

and

Planet Ral

for inspiring this post.

If you can't be a planet in someone's galaxy, at least be a star ✨

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Shadow Sparks

I don’t fear the dark, I baptize in it.

Every silence is a sermon, every hum a hidden hymn only the wounded can hear.

The universe don’t whisper, it grinds low like teeth in the night, and I lean in… let it scrape the marrow from bone.

This flame I carry ain’t loud, ain’t built for spectacle.

It’s a stubborn ember, a blue flame that clings like truth, burning slow, refusing extinction.

I don’t need daylight.

I make torches from doubt, bonfires from broken pieces.

Even shadows respect this kind of light that refuses to die.

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