The Aging Flame


Our lives are  likened to a flame 
It starts off little and shaky but it catches on and it grows in strength and brightness.

As did My flame
It was bright and strong
It had purpose

 It guided others

 It was useful 

Now it is no longer needed
Others flames are brighter
They do not rely on my light any longer

My flame searches
For purpose
 For meaning
Afraid of sputtering
 Dying out

My flame bends but no longer dances
 It's beauty

Not ready to flicker and die
Threatened to be lost in the loss of self

Where once my flame
Was admired
It now wanes utilitarian
To be used  for the mundane
Taken for granted

Caught on the gossamer edge
Of flicker and fade

To burn quiet and lost
To rage as an inferno

A fading flame does not guide,
Have purpose

A raging inferno

The fading flame is smothered under the guise of caring for it
Of protecting it
When it quietly yearns for the air that will feed it

  • Author: Cailleach (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 1st, 2021 15:44
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem as I struggle with the changes as I transition into a retired life
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    Very good poem ) I can understand why you may struggle . Nice expression here

    • Vickie

      Thank you that means a great deal

    • Jesse G.

      I have felt this way, much appreciated. Let that flame be a service for love, let it shine without tending it. The sun shines on the good and the bad without doubting itself.

      • Jesse G.

        Really love the ending

        • Vickie

          Thank you,! what a beautiful positive image. I will hold that expression close.

        • L. B. Mek

          'My flame bends but no longer dances
          It's beauty
          why be Ashamed? knowing
          every single person, that's ever existed and lived
          long enough, has gone through exactly what you're going through..
          where's the shame?
          what's the failure?
          you yourself used that imagery analogy of a flame
          and even the brightest flame known to us
          The Sun
          is dying, waning and already deep into its countdown to extinction..
          I say, be Proud - instead
          accept your deserved rewards, for surviving life
          and getting to this stage
          enjoy, your ability to do anything you want to
          in this next decade or two you have
          to maximise life,
          equipped with the wisdom you've accrued and the physical health and cognitive capacity
          to take advantage of that wisdom and 'know how;'
          embrace this:
          for the opportunity it is!
          (thanks for choosing to share,
          I personally thought this was such a relatable read)
          and please forgive me, if you take offence to anything I said or even the tone I said it in,
          I meant no disrespect

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