Some would blow your candle to make theirs shine brighter.
Some would cup their hands around your flame
To extinguish it,
Thinking your darkness will intensify theirs.
But here's the truth...
They can blow your candle however they like.
They may bend your wick,
Steal your air,
Scatter wax across the floor,
But they can never dim you.
They cannot touch what burns beneath.
You will still shine because you have your inner light.
You will always glow.
Because you were never just a hand holding a flame.
You are the Fire.
Blow after blow,
You will blaze.
For you are not a borrowed brilliance,
You beam from your marrow.
Your wounds learned how to spark.
And as for them, they will always be in the dark
For they have darkness in their hearts.
They will never glow,
They will never shine brighter even though how many candles they blow,
For they only have artificial light.
That darkness in their hearts are eating away their flickering artificial light.
So no matter how many flames they silence,
The darkness still lives within them,
Gnawing at their fragile flicker,
Devouring the very light they pretend to hold.
Remember - inner light is not given.
It is forged.