you laugh, count the flickers
the small infernos atop buttercream,
but inside you feel quietly smoldered.
they wink & sway, your slow resigned
reminder that time waits for no one.
sixty-eight on the cake, too many–
too much wax for a tiny life.
you wonder if flames burn brighter
now because of all you’ve endured,
the wars waged within yourself,
the silent battles others never saw,
the scars pressed into old skin,
a map only you can trace.
but still you light them anyway,
still you dare to make a wish.
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gray0328 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My 68th birthday is on March 28th also I will have 5yrs sober on the same day. It's been a journey.
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This may be about your birthday but many feel it. I love the ingenious and poetic title. The weight of wax is also a great metaphor for age. This poem was very well crafted and is a fave Happy Birthday I still have a few on ya.
Thanks brother I always appreciate your support
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