Wax Poem by Jenna W. Chryste

We are wax upon a canvas.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Held in suspense despite the time that passes by.
We have been melted,
We have fallen,
But we will never complete the journey to the bottom.
Gravity no longer matters.
One might say that is good;
That in the defiance of gravity, we have freedom.
But they haven't seen us.
We are hanging upon a wall,
for all that wish to come by,
to marvel at our motionless beads.
Then they walk away.
We lose our reason.
We are once again wax upon a canvas.
Nothing more, nothing less.