The Candle

The candle light dances in the breeze. It's calm and peaceful, feeling at ease! Moments of sadness I can see. Whilst looking at the candle; is this truly me? The flame, shielded by the glass. As to shelter it, how long will it last? Do I lead such an existence? Am I lacking it's brilliance and  persistence? Do I emotionalize amonst it's luminescence? Do I find haven among its presence? Questioning, wondering, needing to know; Solitude within its glow. I wish to resonate its fight. Against the winds that come to extinguish it's light. I constantly stop myself. Putting thoughts and emotions on a shelf. I project anger and frustration to those around. In my words, I expound. This is the only way; thoughts are released. Helping me; indignation decreased. I cannot verbalize. I always externalize. Making what is not real appear. To the flame I wish to give my fear. I ask for knowledge and understanding. My own being withstanding, everything that is set before me! Allowing myself to be free. The flame ignites. Screaming to remove my plights. Have I reason to find concern? In this life I yearn; For balance; physical and emotional and psychological. To discern what is illogical. To again be who I was. A fighter, strong with just cause. Not this weak shell I have become. A new year, a new life has begun. As the flame I will push through. I will stand up and construe, what is false and what is true. I will no longer bemoan the unknown. I will begin to trust what it is I am shown. A new life arises. Full of laughter, happiness and surprises. The person I used to be. Before afflicted with disease. This shan't come with ease. But know this; I will no longer remiss. I am Manon Peel. Changes soon to come, and this time....for real. ~mp (c)