Army of Candles
I scream out,
hoping someone will finally hear.
No one does.
I retreat back into my shell.
I go back to blending into the scuffed white walls.
Even though I'm wearing black.
I'll try again some other time.
Maybe if I try hard enough,
someone will hear.
Every time someone comes along,
that hears just a little,
I cherish them.
Even if they're gone in a day.
For that one day,
the darkness around me lifted,
to let a little bit of light through.
To me it seems like
the sun is shining just for me.
Even though,
if it were someone else,
They'd think it was a single candle
surrounded by dusty glass.
That candle is mine until it burns out.
I have an army of those burnt out candles.
Lights that left.
For one reason or another.
It rained,
or the wind blew a bit too hard.
I always seem to find a candle,
though I may have gone months
without that small illumination
in my world.
I remember all of those candles.
The ones that lit up my life.
They are far and few between.
How could I forget?
I know they've forgotten me,
the lonely little girl.
Who sat by the wall at lunch,
staring at the ground alone.
But for a short time,
I had a smile,
placed upon my face.
and a candle by my side.
That army of candles will always remind me
of what can be.
They remind me of my own potential,
and that I might be a candle for someone else.
hoping someone will finally hear.
No one does.
I retreat back into my shell.
I go back to blending into the scuffed white walls.
Even though I'm wearing black.
I'll try again some other time.
Maybe if I try hard enough,
someone will hear.
Every time someone comes along,
that hears just a little,
I cherish them.
Even if they're gone in a day.
For that one day,
the darkness around me lifted,
to let a little bit of light through.
To me it seems like
the sun is shining just for me.
Even though,
if it were someone else,
They'd think it was a single candle
surrounded by dusty glass.
That candle is mine until it burns out.
I have an army of those burnt out candles.
Lights that left.
For one reason or another.
It rained,
or the wind blew a bit too hard.
I always seem to find a candle,
though I may have gone months
without that small illumination
in my world.
I remember all of those candles.
The ones that lit up my life.
They are far and few between.
How could I forget?
I know they've forgotten me,
the lonely little girl.
Who sat by the wall at lunch,
staring at the ground alone.
But for a short time,
I had a smile,
placed upon my face.
and a candle by my side.
That army of candles will always remind me
of what can be.
They remind me of my own potential,
and that I might be a candle for someone else.