The Wicks of the Souls;

Everyone has a candle for a soul.
It wakes in the morning,
lit by our hopes and motivations,
and softened or even out by
anxieties and melancholies.

Many
come with wicks,
hoping to catch the contagious flame,
the flame of love and care,
laughter and smiles.

More thorough,
come bearing wicks,
neglecting personal joy
or even flames,
neglecting the joy of others.
The light burns out.
The hopes are gone.
Alone and cold,
the candles will wait...

till it chooses to let its guard down.
till all is lost.
till a fiery spark gives them the passion to chase...

fire.