Hurting myself, feeling the pain,

letting my tears fall down with the rain.

Should I go or must I stay?

It doesn't matter, either way.

* * *

I look out my window and the sun is gently calling to me

"come, come," it whispers,

but I turn away, close the curtain, and crawl back into bed and the protection of darkness.

* * *

Dance, little flame, dance

rise above the melted wax

You may bend but you will not break

dance, little flame, dance.

* * *

The way

the sun

shone down on me

Showed me

this day

was meant to be.

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