by Caetlin Witbrod
A tiny, fragile spark ignited within me, born from my soul. It began as only a whisper of an idea, but one day it found kindling and emerged from my body, seeking more oxygen than I could provide on my own. The glowing ember took up residence in my palm, knowing I could nurture it or smother it with my fist. And yet—it trusted me to protect it. I was honored to hold this precious idea and wanted to share it with as many people as possible, but I had no way of knowing if they would love it as much as I did or seek to destroy it with their cruel tongues and careless hands. In the end, I raised my palm high so its light could reach the masses, and I prayed my little blaze was strong enough to endure.
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Caetlin Witbrod is a writer and editor from St. Louis, Missouri. She once shared harmless secrets.