my soul is a chamber
in which a candle sits.
a strong flame burned,
which kept me alive.
however, week after week,
the water filled the chamber,
putting the flame out,
leaving me cold and lifeless.
the water would dry,
and the chamber was empty,
except for a single ember
that glowed in the dark.
I lit matches every day
until I saw a spark.
now it fiercely blazes,
stronger than it's ever been.
#escapril day 3! A little late, but it's here.
