Candlelight

I've been here for years it seems

sitting silently in the creeping darkness

passion glowing like a slow-burning ember

making my body tremble with everything I once was.

I look up, and there is nobody staring back at me.

Instead, I tremble, turning my head to the side

and stare at the brightly burning flames

which light my darkest of hearts, struggling

to bring back to myself the reality of everything

I was once meant to be.

It is not here now but for time, and waiting through

the seasons each turning and coiling around one another

as though struggling to better each in it's turn

so that one might eventually shine above the light

that all others shed upon the earth one after the other.

I don't believe there is any better and I don't believe

there is any worse. I believe that it simply is

and there is no need to struggle to meet the great

needs of the whole because we are all one.

So I will wait silently on my knees, burning and begging

for the time to come when I might once again feel whole.

For now I do nothing but shed my tears and wait

for the candle light to flicker out.

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