THE CANDLE
A lonely unlit candle
I stand cold and bare
for I have no brightness and charm
and no light to share.
Strong and tall I stand very still
but this strength is a lie
I slowly become an old facade
as each day passes by.
Seeing others burning brightly
with which I can't live and cope
for I rely on the matches
and the striker is my only hope.
Then one day a flame touches the wick
it burns with a sudden spark
colors are added to the world around
as I touch every point and mark.
All the darkness is faded away
all the terrors are gone
now my life is filled with light
