At the darkening edges,
far, as it may seem, from embers’ warmth,
we may start to forget
what holds us all together

We may need to take a journey
back to where we are transformed,
burned but not consumed,
held up as torches,
where the constant fire that pours from us
becomes our definition

And we cease to squabble
about the forms we take,
or who has more potential
or what brought us down to ash,
because we know that all of us,
whenever we step out,
are caught up in the flame,
becoming light.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 14, 2020