we light candles
to ease our minds
we set the wick
on fire
and we know
its fiery pain
but this pain
is not put to no use
the flame burns
the wax below
and it emits
it's scent.
it breezes into
our minds
and our hearts
it energized us
it calms us
it heals us
it seeps into our veins
and we can
finally start our day
anew.
you see,
this fire
this burning pain
this pyromaniacal flame
we create
puts us at peace
it saves us from
losing our being
our sanity
maybe we crave
the pain
of others
or maybe
the wick
bears the pain
so we may
live
another day.
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