The Candle, a poem by ABK

I lit myself a candle
Admist sadness and despair

I lit myself a candle
Of it's relief I was unaware.

For as the candle burned
My sadness soon took flight

For as the candle burned
An Inner Glow churned warm and bright

As the flames flickered
My lonely spirit danced

As the flames flickered
I saw a glimpse of happiness that might soon be chanced.

As the wax pooled
I felt an end to dark lonely nights

As the wax pooled
I no longer felt the fright.

As I stared at the melted mass
I remembered that hearts are meant to be broken

As I stared at the melted mass
I realized some words should never be spoken

And when my candle had burned to an end
I felt renewed and born again.

And when my candle had burned to an end
I remembered that loving and losing is not a sin.

I lit myself this candle admist sadness and despair
Unknowingly opening doors within my heart and mind

I lit myself this candle admist sadness and despair
Answering the questions - my soul had yet to find.