Ciara Hernandez Hernandez Poems

Sometimes I feel self destructive like a lit candle. When I first started I burned with a passion but as the wax melted it came to weigh in on me. The same substance that I needed to survive and that once gave me passion now is looking to extinguish me. When the melted wax fills into pools that the wix can no longer emerge the light goes out. By the same token, if the fire continues then the flame will finally burnout and be covet by darkness. So that either way I am left to be in the dark until I am thrown away and replaced with another.

Perhaps it is selfish of myself to not want to share my light knowing that it will one day go out. However, if I were to share then I would still be able to see even when my light goes as it is brightened by those around me. Would I be grateful to see this and be out of the dark or will it bring me sadness knowing that I was once like that and will no longer be. In truth, it would be both bitter and sweet as we are doomed to fall into eternal sleep but are brought alive by the memories and lives of others.
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