The Candle Poem by Lesa MRK

My heart was a flame,
But when the wind blew,
The flame flickered.
And when the rain fell,
The wick grew damp,
Ever difficult to relight.

Most of the wax has melted,
Like a thick puddle of tears,
Too think to cry,
Too sticky to avoid.

The wax was gold and sapphire,
The color of my soul,
The flame was orange and red,
The color of my strength.

Now my insides are white,
And my outside is dark,
As I sway against the wind,
Throwing rain into my face.

I am a puddle of melted wax,
No longer having a candle's shape or form,
Bits and pieces of me scattered all around,
Pounded into the earth.

(November 1990)