The Candle

I wrote this after we had a power outage a couple of months ago.

A power outage
so I hurriedly light the candle.
The flame dances on it's wick,
illuminating the room around me.
Light wraps me in a blanket
of warmth that's welcome like an old friend.
I only ask that you not die
but protect me from the shadows
lurking in this darkness,
threatening to engulf me.

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