Campfire


Let me be the flame tonight,

the heat in your soul to heal your heart

and help keep it whole.

I will be the campfire for you to sit around,

where you can sing your songs of sin,

share your stories of sorrow,

surrender to the sweet simplicity of hope.

I can crackle and pop with life,

burst sparks in righteous outrage,

comfort with a smoky lullaby of love.

Let my candle-flame be your light tonight,

just bright enough to touch my wick to yours

so that wickedness of the world

is surpassed by our wonder.

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About thefreescribbler

My life is one of words. I am a scribbler, whose thoughts are best expressed through adjectives and phrases and punctuation marks. I would not go so far as to call myself a writer, although many would disagree. I’m characterized more by my unfinished works and half-embodied ideas, scraps of stories and parts of poems. Maybe one day I’ll be a writer, but I’m okay with being a scribbler right now. It fits my personality and style, and best expresses my aims. I’m not trying to create some lofty version of literature. I’m just a kid blogging about life. View all posts by thefreescribbler

2 responses to “Campfire

  • moses11

    O.o I don’t know if this is a compliment, but like if I had amnesia and woke up and read this poem and you told me I wrote it…I would totally believe it. Lol and maybe it’s a little bit of ego talking but I love the style of this poem!!

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