Tiny twigs, leaves, even paper
useless trash, small with trivial use
fuel ignited instantly, vanishing in seconds
leaving a legacy of fire for warmth
for cooking, for making memories
on which to build a life.
Little words, said carelessly
shared as background for larger thoughts
snippets of understanding, nuggets of hope
incorporated into a life not open to big
incapable of grandiose concepts
a tentative flame of possible
a flicker of recovery
fodder for building a life afire
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