Embers from a fading fire still radiate powerful heat even after large flames are gone. Their unique heat creates a spark that can ignite its own fiery glow.
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I am not a smooth morning wave, or the calm of evening rain.
I am the rain turned hurricane and the chaos in a fire’s ember.

And though others have tried to destroy me,
tried to run me out of town with fiery torches of hate,
They could not compete with my resilient heat.
A fire was sparked from an ember in my heart that has fueled my freedom. 
It is from my own fire I learned to battle any storm, escape avalanches of pain and to re-build my life.

There are times I still find myself trying to solve the mystery of the monsters who tried to destroy me. 

But it is for them, and for me,  that I will always be thankful for my golden ember that sparked a new light so that I could see.

So a hurricane I may always be,
but the fire in my chest gave life to me

No Regrets

"I knew that I was dying.
something in me said
go ahead die sleep
become as them
accept.
then something else in me said
no
save the tiniest bit.
it needn’t be much
just a spark.
a spark can set a whole forest on fire.
just a spark.
save it.
I think I did.
I’m glad I did.
what a lucky
god damned
thing."
-Charles Bukowski