The autumn sky grows darker each passing night.
The sun takes her time
enjoying a late slumber.
She knows when it’s time to rest
and time to play.
Candles warm the senses
like a warm mug of herbal tea.
Artificial light could never equal
its warm amber glow.
I marvel at the flame,
how it flicks on the wick.
A quiet solitary dance
atop my candle.
And when I blow out the flame,
I make a small wish:
To live another day.
To appreciate the day’s gifts.
To remember my intention
And breathe in the lessons.
There’s a small trail of smoke
that lingers above a red
yet fading wick.
Remnants of what was once there.
The wax erodes in tandem
with the passing of time.
And I am aglow inside and out.
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I share my stories honestly as an attempt to find meaning and connection. My intention is that by sharing our stories we ultimately heal ourselves and the world. I want to be a beacon of light to show that it is possible to find your footing and inner strength even when the world seems to be in chaos.
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