The Candle

I light the candle and watch it burn,
My thoughts and mind just go numb.
Tears like wax drip from my face,
As my hopes and dreams are slowly erased.
As the flame flickers before my eyes,
A Part of me crawls away and dies.
I feel the flame as it feels so near,
The higher it gets the more I disappear.
Now that the wick is burnt half way,
I feel myself slowly drifting away.
The hypnotic flame draws me near,
My mind has no room for fear.
As the wick crackles and burns,
The light in my mind slowly turns.
The wax is now a deep pool,
Now I realise I was the fool.
Not much wick left to go,
How much I’ll change I don’t know.
Feelings drifting,
Confusion sifting.
Thoughts in my mind,
Are now becoming blind.
Anger fading,
Calmness raiding.
The flame is burning my thoughts away,
The wax is melting the confusion away.
The candle is still burning,
So my mind is still turning.
Only a little bit wick to go,
Soon in my mind the calmness will show.
Emotions sinking,
Hurt blinking.
Memories are disappearing,
Pain no longer searing.
Fear leaving,
Depression grieving.
Doubts are swiftly going,
As the silence is finally showing.
I sit and stare as the flame dies,
Now there is a new stronger me, behind my eyes!

The Candle

Sara Thomson

EDINBURGH, United Kingdom

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