Candle Wax- Why I Write
Location
The Words
drip. . . onto the page like Candle Wax
effortlessly flowing
from an endlessly burning wick.
The flame of a soul too full
to keep all inside
and so it drips. drips. drips. . .
A creamy blood red
forming puddles of truth.
Sometimes. . . honesty scalds
but always is it better than the alternative:
A fresh smooth candle
never knew passion
never knew life quite so well
As my Candle Wax
pooling on the paper. . .