The Spark Was Always There

Something happened on an ordinary Tuesday, the kind that doesn't get remembered. A door that used to stay shut opened by itself, or maybe just got pushed. Whatever was under the floorboards this whole time finally got loud enough to hear.

Turns out quiet was never empty. Turns out waiting was never wasted. The thing that felt like nothing was gathering itself the whole time.

The spark was always there Under everything, under the quiet The spark was always there Waiting on a reason, not permission

Everybody said wait for the right moment. Turns out the moment was already inside, just unlit. One match. One breath. One second where quiet turned into something else. Nothing else had to change first.

The spark was always there Under everything, under the quiet The spark was always there Waiting on a reason, not permission

(High:) How long was it waiting in there (Low:) The whole time. Every day it was there.

The spark was always there Under everything, under the quiet The spark was always there Waiting on a reason, not permission