Holding a Candle

 Sometimes the weight of the world is far too heavy a mass
And even the smallest things feel all too inconvenient a task
It is a burden and a gift to feel so deeply
To feel fear and disappointment, sadness and anxiety
Because the parallel is joy and wonder, imagination and creativity
And what a blessing those things are
And what a blessing that I see them often in you
Even when a darkness seems to descend over all of us
Casting a shadow over all things that once held light
And with all your might
It is too much to pull back the veil on your own
No matter how much light you conjure
But in the eclipse of the worlds greatest defeat
I am holding in my hands a candle
Sitting atop this candle is a flame
That I am always holding for you
So you can find me when things are hazy
When you can see no further than your fingertips
A soft glow will show you the way back to me
And I hope it will inspire the fireflies 
To draw circles around your heart
So I can find you too
A perfect match
A cunning spark that will lead me always back to you

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