The flickering flame rages higher
until a cover comes down
The fervor and mighty hue of blue fades
while the wick clings onto
the yellow and the orange too.
Gasping and fighting for air to feed,
dying candle begins to free itself from the fight,
the plight of conceding miserably.
Opened top, smotherer pushed away,
back to rejuvenating, illuminating, back to life
only after the burden backs away.
Shine on, flame. Move away over clouded,
snuffers rolling in, suffocating
with your dampening, darkening.
I will not be converted to the abyss
in which you reside.
I will shine.