One Single Flame

Sitting in the darkness with nowhere to turn,
I find a little candle yearning to burn.

The hope of a flame or even a spark,
Cause all my fears to slow and to park.

I look around at all of the others,
I cry because they are burning but mine won’t bother.

Why does it have to be this way?
I want so much to burn some day.

My little wick is beginning to fade,
It will surely disappear and in the wax I will wade.

Until I find a match to start my fire,
I remain alone in the darkness, hanging by a wire.

–Written in Middle School–

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