Throwback to 2009. Sticks & Stones You’re a candle that’s yet to be lit. What am I but a little matchstick? Useless without a matchbox or some rough surface for it to be struck against, scraped and bruised until a spark sets it off. The fire burns, consuming me and in that moment I pass it on to you - enlightening you as that is my purpose. And what is yours? To carry on my legacy as long as you can. Your purpose is to light the way for the others. But will anyone think of me? Will anyone be grateful to me? Who remembers the one who trudged the rough path? The one who learnt the lessons and taught the teacher who then guided you? Who remembers me? The fire consumes me leaving me in ashes. Once I’ve served my purpose, I am simply thrown away. But remember this; it is I who lit up the path that you follow. It is I who suffered and endured the pain for you. It is I you see; I am the light; I am the fire that warms your soul.
Posted on: Tue, 19 Aug 2014 10:39:36 +0000