When you begin to slip on getting a grip

Hold fast to your roots

The storm will surely clear

Even for just a fleeting spark

That spark can become an ember

Growing slowly with each bellowing breath

Igniting a roaring inferno

To help fuel and sustain

The comfort and solace life has to offer

Nurture each fading spark

It will inevitably fall

Just right

Into your tinder

Wrote this a long time ago. But decided to share anyway.