There was a candle
Small
White
It would not light
There was a soul
Scarred
Broken
It had no hope
There was a plea
Crying
Begging
It asked for help
The flame was held to the candle
Burning
Bright
Taken away, the light died…almost
A burst of light
The candle lit
Bright flames
And the soul found hope
The candle went out
With it flickers of hope
The soul returned to its broken state
And was again hopeless
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