I see people praying around me, but not for me.
My flame wavers, but there is no protection from gusty winds and unseasonal rains.
They derive hope from me, but do not recognise the agony within.
Colour bursts are captured in two-dimensional images, circulated and glorified, but the depth of my existence remains unexplored.
I empower darkness with my exit, but it shows no gratitude or recognition – just strengthens its multiple layers of being.
Molten wax has many more stories to tell, but I scrape it off to clear my conscience.
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The whole story is beautiful, but I agree with Denise that the 3rd sentence is most powerful.
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Thank you, Dyanne! Being a source of strength to others can be tiring.
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Love this! Such a metaphor for so much.
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Thank you, Lisa!
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Wonderfully written metaphor!
Sentence 3 was so powerful.
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Thank you so much, Denise!
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thought-provoking (as usual) however, a bit more sensual this week… you can almost feel the fluttering of light on the inside of your eye lids as the candle’s flames assures us that it is more than a simple source of light,
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Thank you so much!
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really pretty. very clear very real good job
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Thank you so much, UP!
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I like the last sentence linking clearing one’s conscience with scraping off molten wax.
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Thank you, Frank!
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Beautiful poetic SSS, Reena!
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Thank you so much, Pat!
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I agree, so beautiful.
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Thank you so much!
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You are very welcome 🙂
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Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie ~ Authors.
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Constant encouragement is truly appreciated.
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Beautifully written, Reena…
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Thank you so much!
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