You're like a spark and a flood,
You turn me into a raging blaze,
Only to transform me into silent embers,
Sparks, however, still flying,
I am forever shifted from flame to dust,
Flames to dust, flames to dust.
You force me to attack
Only to rein me back again.
I'm constantly catching alight,
Because of you,
For a strange, particular reason,
It's always because of you.
Now you can't put out this fire,
Instead this flame grows.
It screams and roars,
Fearing almost nothing,
Only to lose you.
My spark and flood,
My sword and shield.
by Caitlin Nghiem (12)
Cardinal Newman Catholic School, Coventry
Competition - The Poetry Trials
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