Life Like A Candle

A few lines caught out of a mundane conversation, led me to this

Life like a candle

Life runs on like a candle,
tension playing the rain,
thunderstorm paying the doctors bill.
The candle spreads it's light,
brightens the dark corner,
yet flutters when the rain washes over,
all those hopes and wishes you oath to make,
that one positive thing flips over.
It's ironic!
love needs to be selfless, 
yet you're expected to express;
possessiveness is looked over more than happiness. 
The thought matters,
to see that someone happy, 
you'd let them go if they question you about your hold,
they are happy and you tend to tred over your own world.
Not caring is how they look at it?
Well maybe they're just blinded with ego sublime.
Selfless the thought, genuine the action, 

then why do they claim the reaction to be supreme?
Because they think differently? 
They feel another rush, in being fought for, give them that pampering in a form they prefer.
You'd see the candle glow bright, and then grow smaller to eventually die,
but people don't realize that their ego and pride is the wax that fails them,

their goodness becomes that last burning light.
You start small, with the candles thin tip, and as you live, the candle burns.
rain comes in just like trouble or problems do,
hail and thunderstorms creep in just like the doctors do.
Yet not stopping, moving on, the candle burns bright and lights up the crowd.
You made a mark, with that selfless bit of love, 

though they saw you wrong, you learnt a lesson, of never letting your wax fall.
They will pay for the tears they made you shed, the wax that hurt you,
but in the end you have to bend down and become small too.
You don't grow bigger or older in life, you go back to where you started, a small spark of light.
Brighten the corner where you are, or the crowd you form,
is to see them happy among the darkness of the storm.
Problems like rain have a short life, then rainbow the solution, and a smile forms a higher resolution :)
Maybe you have to let a little of the wax take over, but too much of it, may topil you over, before the want of time.
The wax can help you write, while the pride and ego can help you climb, 

like too much wax smudges, and spoils the whole masterpiece handle that ego and that pride, 

use it in situations wise.
Let the candle spread it's light, to people, places that know it's height,
shine on people who you know still fright, when they see you showcase your might!
The size doesn't matter, what matters is the use,
and if you made an impact, people know they miss you.
It's funny when you're dead how people start listening, people only miss the candle when it stops glowing. 
Live like a candle selfless, yet free, acts to help others,

if it even takes to hurt yourself a little, let that wax flow on you, in the end you made a difference.

Grow from a big person to a small one, 

know you're worth a much more than just someone, 

who knows not that value of time, person or place, and takes for granted all that grace. 
Live to leave a mark, of the problem you had, the wax you dropped, and act you did or that everlasting spark.