Quite the Candle

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=arkndXvxGag

Everybody I've ever met

Carries themselves a candle -

A little light that they all nurture,

A light that fades beneath duress,

One that threatens extinguishment,

A little flame that feeds on the wick,

On the wax beneath their skin.

Every candle isn't the same -

Neither the threshold, the wax nor the string,

Not the aroma of its melt nor the color of its wane,

Not the shape, not the length nor the luminescence

Is ever comparably the same. 

They are all candles

And we all carry them

But no two can ever compare

And it is always our choice with whom another

We might deign our flame to share.

Remember this always,

Whichever our light we must preside

It is our choice with whom we allow it in|dignified. 

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