Jealous of a Candle

It was pitch black until I saw a light,

A light so strong and bright,

But came from something so little.

As I got closer, I

saw A wax candle burning... for me.

The light that shined so bright

Reminded me of what I could have become—

A bright future ahead,

People by my side,

What I could have had and lost,

All because of me.

Instead, my life was dark,

Like the darkness that surrounded me.

I wondered what the light had meant,

And what it represented.

Was there, after all, something good in my life?

Was it not all darkness and sadness?

Could I be like the light,

So small and bright,

Guiding people through the dark

Like the candle did for me?

It hypnotized me.

It made me want to turn my life around,

Inspired by a candle

That lit the darkest room so bright.

I decided that I would be different

And be the light instead.

I wanted to get rid of the gloom,

But sadly, for me, I wasn’t a candle.

I have to say thank you

For listening to my story.

I must apologize

For bothering you with gloom.

I wanted the light,

But the gloom is what stuck.