I lit a candle at both ends to help me light the way.
And as the flames burn closer my world turns quickly gray.
I panic in my search for ways to make the light burn on.
Knowing that no matter what the flame will soon be gone.
I feel the heat begin to singe the strength of my resolve.
Slowly burning, flickering, I feel my faith dissolve.
The burning need to just give up is overcoming me.
The asphyxiation of my strength, I find it hard to breathe.
I hear my friends call out to me to keep my chin held high,
but this time Iím just so tired, Iím not sure I want to try.
In my life Iíve overcome death, rape and solitude.
Life in general gave to me a survivorís attitude.
I watch the world continue on as I know it always will.
When life for me has ceased to be and I am lying still.
I search the shadows of my life for the hand I know will come.
When the two flames that I lit alone, burn down and become one.
Not all poems I write are about me personally, yet they do come from MY soul.