Flint

Flint strikes out

and pierce the dark—

a single spark

against a sky

that’s forgotten how to shine.

For a moment,

light is a knife

cutting through the quiet,

a reminder

that even the smallest fire

can challenge the night.

The dark leans in,

hungry,

certain it will swallow everything—

but flint is stubborn,

and sparks are born

with rebellion in their bones.

One strike,

one flash,

one heartbeat of brightness—

enough to tell the shadows

they don’t own this place,

not tonight.

Sometimes

all it takes

to change the whole sky

is a spark brave enough

to burn.