On the Darkest Day

On the darkest day
the candle continues
to lure me
towards its orange glow.

Top of jar blackened
by rising smoke
remaining interior
caked in wax
except for a small circle
a window to its soul.

I catch glimpses
of the dancing flame
as it shows off
its aliveness
and I wonder:
Is this flame
alive in me?

Happy winter solstice!


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