Woman & Candles Poem by Phumelelo Shalelo Simelane

When a woman has fell, she picks herself up
Only to stand in a line
of like candles
Golden and warm, lovely and little candles

Days that are past
are now proclaimed ancient

As the candles stand in their Rows (woman)
tears can only run-down their cheeks
slowely dripping to the floor

Candles (woman) of saddness & deppression
had lost their light, but not entirely,
candles cold, candles melted
candles hurt

everytime i will look out at them hurt
will i be
that with the shapes their carry
emotionally paralysed in someway

Even more hurt, to remember
that at first, all had
suffient lighting

but i took hope in this... that somehow i don`t know
how, it does not make perfect sence

but their kept their candles burning....