
A poem from the book Liberté – Un sourire intérieur (Freedom – an Inner Smile)
An anthology of poems to meditate upon. Each poem reveals a message, an emotion. The same poem can take on a different color, depending on your state of mind.
A Candle
The candle’s flame
Waltzes and trembles
Bending to my attacks
Along the contours of this wax in fusion.
I shape it
I play with it
It takes shape
Then it disappears
Under the intensity of the flame.
I play with the candle,
Its base is so solid
Whereas its top is so vulnerable.
In an act of kindness
I can take the sensitive part
Away from the heat source
To harden its character.
In an act of malice
I can take the solid part
And plunge it into the flame
To soften its appearance.
I don’t have to be good or wicked.
I don’t have to justify my action.
I have a decision to make
And I will have to take responsibility for the consequences.
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