I usually like have scented candles next to me when I am working. The other day, I was daydreaming and suddenly my eyes were arrested by the flickering flame. Inspiration struck and this poem is the result of that.

The Flame

I stare at the flame, fluttering and flickering

The little glow of light that is so mesmerising

I could stare at it for hours and forget the world

Meditate on it, think about the possibilities my mind is aswirled

I watch it flicker as a gust of wind washes by it

But the little flame is not to be deterred, it does not want to quit

It almost dies out, but wait, there’s still life in it

It comes back to life, full and flaming, it has a lot of grit

I see our lives as a parallel to this flame

With troubles gusting over us as the wind does to the flame

But quitting is not an option, because life is not a game

As the flame comes back to life time after time,

So should you overcome your troubles and start your climb

Life is like that flame, it flickers and looks like it may get snuffed out

But overcome obstacles, get up and don’t get knocked out.