Day 263: Candles

Unknowingly, unintentionally

The flame is lit

Flickering in the cool breeze on a warm night

A candle burns bright

Though the light is hidden

Weeks turn to years

Controlling the oxygen with hopes and doubts

Always wondering about the fire behind your wall

A thousand miles doesn't change a thing

And when the door finally opens

The wonder finally gone

Your breath may offer fuel

But blows it out instead

They say that there are many candles in life to light

But the wax is melting

And none seem the same