Candle

My breath could not blow out the light,

And melting slowly with the flame

Was more than I could bear that night,

So I took a knife and cut the frame.

I threw the burning part away,

Let it burn whoever it may,

This fire is not mine today,

I got free by choosing to be less

I'm not made to burn this way,

I'll carve my wick out from inside,

To burn again another day,

A calm and slow-burning candle, steady,

Until I learn to be,

I will transform — losing, melting, in agony.