Candle

Like a candle, I glow.

Glowing so bright in the dark

with no fear,

and no pain.

Just bright and beautiful.

But then a draft comes.

Causing me to jerk and sway with each blow it gives me.

But like always, I remain bright.

Bright, beautiful, and strong.

But then a breeze comes.

Causing me to jerk and sway violently,

threatening to extinguish my glow.

But like always, I remain bright.

Bright, beautiful and strong.

But then the wind comes.

Causing me to sway and thrash violently,

showing no mercy as it desperately tries to extinguish my glow.

But as always, I remain bright.

Bright, beautiful, and strong.

Despite the soreness and bruises I feel.

But then a person comes.

Causing me to close my eyes as they take in one breath before releasing it on me,

finally extinguishing my glow.

Although it may seem that the once flickering candle is now gone,

I still exist through the smoke that rises from my abandoned post.

Nobody can see me.

Nobody will remember me.

And nobody will care.

To them I have served my purpose,

and now it is time to move on.

Written by S.W Blossom