When The Flame Burns Low Poem by Anita Atina

When the flame burns low

We must be mindful

And trust its strength


The light dims, so we can see around more clearly

The shadowy places

Where our fears and unasked questions hide


The intermediate blur of light with the darkness

Rolls up a fog of uncertainty

Is someone betting I won’t last this fight?


The quivering light yields to the dark sometimes

Only to grow back from its diminished state

Slowly resuming its steady glow


When the flame burns low

We must be mindful

And trust its strength