Poem: The candle
At times I’m deep and dreary, I’ve also known despair.
A shadow lives around the corner underneath the stairs.
Those fingers curling, surge and grab,
Taking laughter from all things.
That’s how my freedom lost its wings.
But one things true, I found in me.
We’re not alone, not even in the dark.
For beating deep inside, a candle is my heart .
It’s towards this candle sometimes,
With shuffling heavy tread.
I search the dark in this lost night before I go to bed.
It’s all I have to search for
A tiny flame of hope.
Imbued with light and grown within that place to which I grope.
Sneaking around the corner,
The morning wakes and I.
Rub my eyes, stretch my arms today I’ll learn to fly.
With it, find I meaning,
Lonely though I may be.
It’s from that candle in the dark but I will set me free.
Liam July 2018