A flicker of light in a quickly darkening room,

The proof of hope, when all may be lost.

With every movement, every breath,

The candle threatens to extinguish and

Bathe the room in black once more.

A closed heart, a candle blown out.

The wax dregs, the shortened wick, the ash.

We blindly stumble through the pitch,

Searching for each other,

Arms grasping darkness.


A spark.

The flame grows, the light brightens,

Warmth fills the room.

Open your heart.

Shed light.

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