A Spark

Many of you already know the story behind the picture and poem that I'm going to post on here. For those of you who don't you'll have to ask me in a more private venue because I don't really feel like sharing on here yet.
Here is my poem, based on the picture, with some help from the fabulous Mayeken Kehr.
It doesn't really have a title so if you have any suggestions let me know.

As the darkness still
Surrounds, I wait
Clinging
Hoping
that one day, its power
will diminish,
that I will break forth and bloom.
Spreading light
Expanding,
to reach for the sunlight with my petals
to extend and spread beauty,
to show the world my joy.

But the darkness will return.
And my trunk will grow gray
dull as the poison
the darkness spreads, reaching
Smothering,
pervades into everything,
Invading every inch of me
Searching for a spark.

I fold my petals, retracting deep
Down, beyond the reach of darkness
to the inner
Spark that never goes
Out. Waiting
to be met
with fresh air and
Burst into flame.
That spark, stays alive.
Through all the darkness
That seeks to destroy.

But where does this evil
this malice this destruction
reside? From where does it
come? It is one
with the spark, one
with the same dear essence
it seeks to destroy.
They came together created as one,
made for balance and harmony but
create separation and
fear.

Darkness seeks to pervade
the spark, to twist
it to its purposes and extinguish
that hope, but how can one
abolish
what was created
To be?
How can darkness
Survive free of the being
out of which it came?

It cannot.
There is no total destruction
There is no desecration of being,
There is no death.
Only hope.

Daniel