July 15, 2014

The Candle. ~ Wayne Emerson Tidwell {Poem}



The smallest of light,

In the darkest of rooms;
Wickedly still,
As nothingness looms.
Alone in the glow,
Of the flickering light;
Trembling hands,
Reach out in the night.
Frozen in fear,
When darkness is all;
Leaving the light,
Means risking a fall.
Desperate for change,
Not wanting to stay;
Pick up the candle,
To light up your way.



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