Candle Light

Perhaps half of the world is in deep slumber and the other is vividly awake
A portion of me wants to barred the threshold of obscurity
To withhold the ghost running through my head
Yet I chose to linger it open for my own growth and dainty

"What is my purpose" is my everyday word of the diurnal

Imagining the talents and skills I don't have
Wishing that for perchance I will hold it with my own hands
But just like a rhapsodize in a starlit sky I couldn't even touch it with bare fingers

At times I feel like I am a flame in the dark

Scared to be place on top, for everyone's eyes will be focus on me
I'm terrified to expose the imperfect silhouette of mine
Because for sure, I will be judged and thrown with breeze

Perhaps one day I will be just a broken poetry

A memory that will get timeworn
My footprints will be soon wiped out
And my name will just turned as a story of someone

I'm longing for the moment that I will have confidence to stand up
To fight for what is worthy and right
My light will not just depend on someone
My value is not seasonal

One day, I will not just be an ancient candle

That will cover with debris on its top
One day I'll be a new story, with confident in his eyes
Perhaps one day, I'll be a ceaseless metaphors