Firelight
Warbling and shaking
More like waterlight, really.
A newborn baby
That
Even when it's grown and grown
Until it's bigger than life itself
It's still shaking
And flighty
And worried.
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A shadow on a wall
Dances like a toddler
Playful and clumsy and right
The candle falls
(or is pushed)
and accidentally starts a blaze
to rival the one
in my soul
at midnight.
It grows older in moments
or less
Until the wall it danced upon
is gone.
And as we fight the long crusade
to kill the blaze,
to win the war,
I can't help
but pity
the little candle.
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