The candle

The candle sat upon a table the light illuminating the corners of the room. So fragile, such a soft glow; it watched intently the night sky through a small window.
The stars seemed to burn in their heavens that night more furious than ever before piercing the sky like speckled pieces of a broken mirror.
The candle watched the greatness of the stars in envy, how could her small light ever compare to the vast glow of the aged stars.
The night grew cold and the candles flame flickered as the breeze edged at her warmth, still she gazed.. her being sore with the winds of change and casting a wary intent.
She ached to touch the sky and small whips of her being diluted as smoke into the air, she watched the grey spectres of her light swirl like liquid snakes past the clouds and beyond, and she pondered if some of her being had wept into the stars for just a moment and if they knew her pain and shone just a Little for her.
Millions of years past and the sky still a spectacle to behold and all the candles of the earth below just small lights spent so long ago, everything is connected, the candles light now a star and watched by others, she transcend at last to a being of pure light and courage..

The little candle now knew of her own special place in the universe, and others watched her in awe at her brave glory and wonderment, the breeze no longer vexed her for she was fighting the night and she burned the brightest.

The candle

Sarafeline

Bristol, United Kingdom

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