Candle

Life is but a tiny light,

Dancing upon a waxen pyre,

It softly burns itself away,

A subtle, hesitant fire.

Soon the tears of a crying storm,

Or a sudden, resentful gale,

May try their best to snuff it out,

For fragility is prone to fail.

But grieve not on how long it endures,

Do not fret over the tenuous flame,

For despite it’s duration life insures,

All candles end the same.

So become the light during the evening,

Scaring away shadows plenty,

Put an end to cycles of pained weeping,

And thaw the hearts of many.

Find the strength to face the woe,

And kindle someone else’s spark,

Shine brightly with a fervid glow,

Leading other’s from the dark.