She sat in the silence of the dark,
Hiding her
head between the knees.
I knew I could
lighten her up,
What else a
candle ought to do?
I pushed
myself into her hands,
And saw her startled
face grow a smile.
I saw a hope
in her eyes,
And knew she
would find her way out!
She held me
high and started to walk,
Frantically
searching for an exit.
I was glad
she was using me,
Until my
molten wax dripped on her fingers.
By her jerk I
fell down,
And the room
was dark once more.
I lit myself
again and leapt into her hands,
She held me
carefully this time.
She walked
in circles to meet bare walls,
Increasing her
pace as I was burning out.
Then she blew
me off and put into her pocket,
But hey! That’s
not how you use a candle.
I tried to
escape her pocket and light myself,
But she
bottled me in water, and held me tight.
I could be the light to someone else, but
Neither would
she let me go nor light me up!
I waited
patiently for her to realize my need,
But she kept
walking alone in the darkness.
I could hear
her sobs and desperate cries,
Each time
she banged into a wall of tiles.
I was sad of
not being any help to her,
It is my
duty to provide light and guide.
But each has
their destiny, and she chose hers
To keep a
candle in the pocket and live in the dark.
She did not know
where she was going,
Nor did she
sit or wait around.
Soon her pace
increased to a sprint and then a run,
I knew she
had found something.
Alas we were
out in the open sky!
Full of
brightness and birds chirping by.
I was glad
she was out of the darkness,
But sad that
she did not take my help.
Then she
took me out and kissed me tight,
I could see
her eyes well up as she thanked,
“Until you
came along, I did not know light.
If you too
had burned out, so would have my hope!”
