What You Can't Hear

Inspired by Nick Flynn's poem of the same title.

There are little sparks, always,

little fires that burn

The fires are hope and fear

underlying all our thoughts

Hope that we can be different

Fear we won't

Hope that others will behave differently

Fear they will not

Hope that something will change

Fear it won't

Hope that chaos will end

Fear of never feeling peace

Hope for magic

Fear that magic is forever gone

What you can't hear

is the damage being done

The match struck, the hidden flame

eating away at anything that feeds it

We can only end the fire

by not providing oxygen

Don't breath life into hope

Don't give an inch to fear