The Light

The light of my life slowly shrinking away,
Marking the end of the long hard day.
The leaden darkness of this wintry night,
Punctuated by the lonely light.

Imprisoned I am within myself,
No one to call, no one to help.
Just a lone candle standing smart
My friend, my savior, my confidante.

Lower and lower the candle blinks,
As the weight of my sorrow upon it sinks.
Melting tears roll down, its thinning frame,
Looking up at me and sees the same.

Just as I thought, ''It is here I end"
One last message gives my parting friend.
Nearing its end, it gives a warming glow,
Its warmth, through my senses, began to flow.

As my friend down it its smoky grave,
Unlike all others,a hope it gave.
It told me that darkness was just the absence of light
That the darkness within me had made me hide,
It told me it was okay to cry,
But leave a glow before you die.