Kindling by Anusia Battersby

Hope is a white-hot cry into cold darkness.
It is small, but it is alive
and sometimes it is furious.
It is the first breath, a disbelieving laugh, that one lonely spark of a mad idea.
Yet unlike fire, smothering can make it stronger.
You should do so at your peril,
lest it slowly burn up your old existence
And force you to begin to live.