Mira Marquis
Photography and Poem By Nadia Weaver
She’s a match waiting to be sparked One quick flick to at last be seen She burns for me, for you She lights to ignite a fire much greater Her contribution never forgotten I see you, little flame Thank you for your spark Your light Your efforts mean more than what you can comprehend or may ever see What’s hers in this life she entrusts me To multiply and share That precious, roaring fire Her fullest magic expressed when kindled with care Dynamic, alive, vibrant Never the same with each passing second The way it’s supposed to be. A life stagnant is to exist in a cycle of pain But to change is to honor the scars we have braved Wounds we press and they no longer pang Pieces of our heart so tenderly real They demand to illustrate their existence upon our skin Naive youth collects wisdom like wildflowers and must accept the unexpected thorns in her bouquet as to not let go of her complete beauty. Or as a garden of golden chrysanthemums Brave their first front of cold Yet prevail to stand out and face the sun’s warmth once again Their resilience has brought them great reward. Such is how her fire can flourish Trust, wild flame You can survive even the sea And the moments you feel snuffed Suffocated Praying to be liberated Such prodding reestablishes your foundation And heaven catches the escaped smoke To dance for a moment Connected to your strain And celebrate your presence Brother, she burns for me, for you.