A candle.
A small fire.
Burning brightly
in a world full of darkness,
hatred,
closed doors,
and mean faces.
A fire.
Trying to stay lit.
Trying to give warmth in the coldness
Trying to find fuel
to stay lit.
Everyone has a candle
somewhere,
deep inside them.
A place with warm faces
and open arms.
where everyone can belong.
A place with enough fuel
to help others have their candle lit.
But sometimes
the darkness takes over.
And the light is gone.
Hungy.
Turned down.
No place to stay.
All hope vanished.
Like the candle.
Weird looks.
Cold.
With no warmth to continue.
In the darkness.
Somewhere.
There will be a candle.
Who finds an extinguished candle
It will give the candle food.
And help it get lit.
Until the candles
are not candles.
But are instead…
Fireworks.
Illuminating the sky.
Helping other candles.
#WeNeedMoreCandles=)
