Hope

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!”