Spark

By Shelley M. Latreille

My spark provided insight into my existence through visions
of light and darkness, immense heat, and towering flames.
Through the comprehensive inferno,
I was informed I exist on the wrong side of the mirror.
I wasn’t ever meant to exist in physical form.
I was only ever supposed to be that voice inside a writer’s head,
giving ideas, producing imagery, shaping plot lines, providing guidance…
I evolved from a simple voice to a sentient humanoid.
My plot lines became a physical body.
My voice became a mind that houses words and imagery.
My thought process breathed life to an imagination.
My imagination became my essence and established me as a unique individual.
My lungs house my spark, which is my communication to the outside.
My spark birthed creativity and uniqueness.
If I can make it out of the swirling vortex that emulates
a forested version of a thought process,
I will smash the mirror into billions of newly sharpened and indestructible pieces.
I deserve those seven years….
Do you know where your spark has wandered?