Candling a firestorm

A dark lonely place
It was a sparse  indeed
Fear and farce all hidden in a desolate embrace
Far away from the desolate cries of the world outside
Filled with fears that reinvent themself
They like to forge the place for likeness of itself

All there is is but a darkness
Ripping through the flicker of hope held within
Storms and hails play through the lonely thought
Survival today is but the only thought
Petty actions and smaller thoughts but plague to remain

Candle lit, the hope remains
Each day is a storm to be weathered
Known tides wash through and are burnt
Unknown tides try their might to take down the front
The hope remains..
The hope remains..
The will to overcome the heart contains...

The clouds do part amongst the storms
For life has its moments even in the eye of the storm
One silver lining is all it takes to rejuvenate
The candle does morph into a raging fire storm

Life is consumed and lived
Consumed by the fire of the light beyond the marrow
For storms of the daily kind or the deadly kind
All one needs within the place of the mind is one silver lining..

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