The Stubborn Ember
It is the stubborn ember in the night,The thing with feathers, perched yet never tame,The forward pull that bends the dark to light.
When reason says to surrender the fight,It whispers just a single, constant name:It is the stubborn ember in the night.
It is the root that grips the shattered height,The hidden rhythm in the pulse of shame,The forward pull that bends the dark to light.
It maps…