It was cold..it was dark and the storm was at its best….
The thunder was scary and she sat all alone
Staring at the flames of a dying candle
Watching the wax slowly melt away.
Did this candle regret wasting away
Whilst giving light to others?…..it occured to her and she sat up…
The worth of this candle was even lower than the sweet eaten by the toddlers across the street..yet it did what it takes for a selfless heart to do
Then why was its value so low?
She fell asleep wondering…. “candle whats your worth?
Simaya.
Unrefined Poetry 