Does the candle realize
The thread it holds within its heart
Will lead to its ruin?
The unassuming wick is
The light of its life but also
The cause of its demise.
If the candle does know,
Why does it let itself be consumed?
Is love always such a sacrifice?
Perhaps the candle is truly unaware.
And what a tragedy it is —
To stand oblivious to the traitor in your heart.
- Ria <3
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Hi Ria, I love this! Such a clever write. The candle sure is a victim of its own design.
- Syd 🍄
Thank you so much Syd!
What a lovely metaphor so well expressed in this poem. It struck me particularly hard with the second added metaphor to it. It is rare that a metaphor can be extended so well as this and so nicely done a fave
Thank you!
You are most welcome
Wow, I love this! Won’t look at candles quite the same way now…
Haha yes.. thank you!
You’re welcome!
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