Along the darkened path of life,
I found a match of great delight.
I held it gently in my hands,
Then stuck it quickly, giving light.
The flame was large, beyond degree,
Filling me with awe and fright.
I cupped the flame to keep it lit,
But watched it dwindle in my sight.
I sought out others for advice,
To keep the flame from going out.
I gave it fuel to burn once more,
That it should fail, I did not doubt.
Alas, it burned but all for naught,
It never flamed as wild and free.
The flame, it was, yet not the same,
Then something changed, in it and me.
As it consumed the wooden stick,
The heat soon changed to searing pain.
I would not drop the precious flame.
And knew we'd burn ourselves away.
Now I'm alone, the flame is gone,
The fire I sought is lost for good.
It burned until it could no more,
And left me in searching for new wood.
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Poetry of Life
PoetryA collection of poetry steeped in the joy and pain of life's precious moments. From the effects of bullying to the loss of children, each moment shapes who we are, and our struggles can either destroy us or make us stronger. These poems reflect the...