One blazing flame
Growing from a small white candle,
Draws the line between desperation and hope.
The light dancing around the room
mocks my childhood
and the many times I ran here.
The times I came crying here,
And left with hope for tomorrow.
But the darkest corner reminds me,
What if tomorrow never comes?
The sheer brilliance of the light
sets me in a place of euphoria,
if only for a minute.
And I see my hope and
I see my chance at life.
And then the flame diminishes
And leaves me drunken with what I had started with;
Darkness.
