There is a dying flame somewhere,

& all I can do is see it getting dimmer.

In these last moments there is no fear

for maybe without tomorrow nothing feels bitter.

It seems more free and alive now.

Wonder what makes it so fearless today.

Enraged & yet reconciling as it takes its final bow,

flame shall disappear but shadow will stay.

It burns brighter as I see and wonder why so.

Purpose comes to mind when I delve deeper.

Wax left underneath is quite low

& yet the flames are rising higher and higher.

Maybe we don’t burn out but transcend our appearance.

The higher we reach, the brighter we burn.

Just like the flame I too have learned the dance,

waiting to be enraged yet reconciled for when it will be my turn.