She’d been told she used to be a lot of things.
There was a fire in her that everyone wanted to thaw by.
and in the coldness of their hearts,
each wanted a flame for their own.
She spread her warmth out wider for each to take a cheery blaze.
She kept on giving out that warmth until she eventually run cold.
No longer blinded by her fieriness and crackling dazzle,
they all turned a blind eye and walked away.
Now she sits huddled in her wooly clothes,
trying to forge up a tiny bit of spark
all over again.