If my soul today were a symbol, it would be a flickering candle in the wind — burning with hope and effort, yet fragile and unsure if it will truly light the way. A restless flame, striving through the storm, hoping dawn arrives soon, though the night feels long.
A flicker fights within the gale, A candle’s dance, both bright and frail. I strive, I hope, I push, I yearn— Yet shadows stretch, and doubts return.
Though sweat and tears fill every day, My distant dreams seem far away. I toil thrice more, yet wonder why The goals I chase just slip and fly.
But deep inside this restless flame, A quiet voice calls out my name— “ Hold on, keep faith, though winds may test, Your steady glow will find its rest .”
This candle is more than light — it’s struggle, yearning, and hope all at once. The way you wove your poem makes the flame come alive, fragile but unyielding, still holding on for dawn 🌑🕯️💫