The last ember

Sometimes we throw everything into the fire.

All our love.
All our hope.
All the parts of ourselves
we believed could burn forever.

And in the beginning,
the flames feel endless.

Like something inside us
has finally found enough warmth
to survive every dark season.

Until one day,
there is only the last ember
resisting the dark.

So small
the world almost mistakes it for disappearing.

And maybe that is the most important part of the whole fire.

Because the last ember
is what allows warmth
to exist again.

Maybe not as heavily as before.

But steadier.
More honest.
More aware of what it means
to keep something alive.

Maybe the last ember
understands something the flames never did:

that letting go
is easier
when you trust yourself
to carry warmth again someday.