Lost

©Jennifer Paige

Hidden away in a world the color of steel

A small fire dies

Its once strong, pulsating flames

Left to perish, unattended in the icy wind

Half surrounded by a wall of stone

The other vulnerable and unprotected

One half guarded, pushing away

The other longing, pulling inward

The fire is its own worst enemy

Lost in the mist of a sterling landscape

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