Candle

I am a candle
Though my size is small
My functions are big
My uses are many
Though I always be people's second choice
They look for me only when there is no electricity, when the light betrays their trusts
It's okay, at least I can feel like I'm important for a while
I can feel like I'm needed, like finally
I've been waiting for a long time to shine
I hope the electricity will go not only for a moment
Because only in the dark, I see people lie their hopes on me
I'm touched, I'm proud, I promise you all I won't be disappointing
I can beat the darkness and glow

I am a candle
I'm made of wax
I must pass so much burning to get my solid body
Eventually, I must pass so much burning, again, to eliminate its solidity
I'm embedded by a wick to which people will set fire to
This wick of mine will be a medium to melt my flesh and bones using the flame it produces
Till I don't have any proper shapes
It's okay, my whole body is destroyed by the smallest part of mine, though
It's okay, I'm burnt via a self-sustaining process, though
It's okay, I'm strong

I am a candle to lighten everyone's darkness with my glimmers
Though I have to be ignited to do my duty
I will be happy

I am a candle to warm everyone even just a little from the coldness
Though the fire gets stronger to increase the heat and my body gets shortened as the risk
I will be in a bliss

I am a candle to help everyone to feel relaxed through my scent
Though liquefied fuels of my burned body keep vaporizing to grill me within every space of my organs
I will be glad

My liquids flow massively on narrow wards of my skin
Those liquids may make me look like I'm crying
It's okay, just consider them as my happy tears
Don't ever you try to stop my tears using your fingers
They will make those slender fingers of yours hurt and burnt
They will leave red marks or even scorches that, unfortunately, can't be completely healed

The steady burning on my body doesn't produce any smokes
This means I'm not complaining, I can bear those incredible pains
My wick is slowly consumed by the flame
My body is getting shorter and shorter as I grow older
In any minutes, the wick will make a curve, bend, and be completely used up
In any minutes, the flame will be extinguished naturally
In any minutes, only a few of my melted figure will remain
In any minutes, I will be replaced by another candle
In any minutes, my presence will be a memory, only
Will people recall my merits when I'm no longer there to perform my jobs?
What I'm thinking about? I'm only a candle, I'll be easily forgotten after being used

I only live for a short term
But I am still grateful since I can be useful for others
Though I will die in the end
Though I have to go through so many miseries
Though people won't thank me after what I've done to them
At least I can feel how it is like to be a hero for many people when I emit 

*****

God, I don't wanna be useless

Please let me be a candle for everyone around me...

... for my surroundings

... for many people

... for the place I always step my feet on

... for the place I live in

I wanna serve, You especially

I wanna dedicate my life under Your beautiful light

Though it won't be as easy as flipping my palms

Though it will hurt every inch of my body and my soul

I will be a candle that's gonna handle all the pains with my all, with your support

I will be a tough candle as long as You are my chandelier.



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