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.


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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