Lighting the candles
I found myself walking down
The hollowed at halls
Removed of people, emotions, and thoughts
Drowned out by the bear plain white walls
I stepped through the threshold
All the glass lights pressing their rays against my skin
Raising the heat within me
Lighting something in me
I walked past the empty pews
The wood bearings taunting me as my heels clicked with each step
The echoes all around me screaming their stories and tales
Beckoning me ever towards them
I make my way to the front of the alter
Where several bear candles await a spark
Their scent un-smelled
Their heat unbecoming
I pick one up and hold it in my hand
I close my eyes and breath in as best as I can
The echoes around me cease
As their memories rush through me
Filling me up with a heat I can’t muster
With a pain in heart I can’t bear anymore
Tears begin to soak by eyes
Trying to soothe the pain in me
Trying to extinguish the heat
Using my trembling hand, I strike a match
With the very memories I’m holding on to
And with one slight touch
I pass the fire onto the candle in my hand
I cast the memory out of myself
Through the fire I have created
It’s flicker casts a shadow all around me
Enveloping me so that I never forget
The wax drips onto my hand
Reminding me that I can still feel it
Still feel you beside me
Still feel the warmth you have provided me
I place the candle back on the alter
Allowing it’s spark to cast a shadow
On the wall
And through its flame I see you
The shadow you also cast from within me
Tears continue to pour down my face
Still trying to rid me of my pain
I pick up another candle
And light it’s spark
And another
And another
And another
And another
And another
One for each of your shadows
One for each of your memories
One for each of your stories
One for each of your souls
The bells above me ring out
As your voices reach out and lighten my ears
And calm my tears
And lighten the fire within me
Each candle sparked with fire
An ever living being made from two opposites
Anger and passion
Pain and pride
Each match strike with anger
The anger of not being able to hold your hand
Or hear your laugh
Or see your smile
The anger of knowing that what happened
Of remembering everyday
Of wanting to bargain my flame away
So that yours can truly light again
Each of your candles sparked with anger
A part of me striking out and allowing you to breathe life once again
But anger never lasts
It dissipates quickly with each breath taken
But your fire remains
Your candle may have been sparked with anger
But it is fueled by passion
My passion to keep you going
My passion to never forget
To always remember everything you did
To remember the feeling of your hand on mine
The remember your laugh in my ear
The joy your smile brought upon me
The joy you brought to this world
Now that the flames of risen
I turn around
Hearing all the echoes from the hollow pews once again
I close my eyes
And I take the deepest breath I can muster
And with my exhale I banish the echoes
I send them form which they came
And I walk down back through the empty pews
And bac through the hollowed hall filling it with thoughts, and feelings and them once again
I allow the crystal light to lighten me
I allow my anger to create a spark only to be fueled by my passion
Knowing that their light shines again
And it will always shine
Within in me forever
But in corporeal on this day
Every year to show the echoes
That they will always remain
May the light of the flame bring me peace