Flames Full of Hope
By Gia, age 16, Florida
Set my world on fire,
hold a match up against bare skin.
You hurt before - what makes this time any different?
Did you find everything you wanted when you broke in?
Broken pieces of junk are the only fragments left on the floor.
My journal was moved, along with my camera and other possessions.
Matches are scattered on my bed - what were you trying to burn?
Set my world on fire,
hold a match up against bare skin.
You hurt before - what makes this time any different?
Stare into my eyes - do you remember innocence?
A fire burns inside of me, unable to spread into another.
Lie down and breathe in the smoke from the fire,
close your eyes and dream.
It's been long enough since you felt a spark inside of you,
just scribbled words in a notebook.
It's times like these that you want a companion,
but all you have is a match to keep you warm.
Trapped inside of a burning building,
hoping God can hear your cries.
You hold onto your match and your journal,
jumping to safety.
Set my world on fire,
hold a match up against bare skin.
You hurt before - what makes this time any different?
You watch through closed shades,
a figure of your imagination.
Dancing, your spark becomes a fire.
Stare into her eyes,
but all you see is her fire dying.
Yelling through a closed window,
all she does is stare.
Her fire builds again, slowly, but it starts.
You show her the match that you tucked away in your pocket.
You hold the match towards your skin,
to start another fire.
