Dec 21
poem 0 comments challenge: Portrait


A small candle 
Burning bright.
Illuminates my soul
And sprinkles through my words
Like a dusting of snow,
Making them pure and meaningful.
My eyes are clear
Like an icy pond on a cloudy day
And they stare at the broken wicks of human souls
And bring flame to them once more.
My brown hair flows
Like a rushing river
Over my shoulders and brushes my arms in the wind.
My feet tread the sand of memories
And leave no footsteps
Only fog to cover the past.
The chipped blue nail polish 
Glints like tiny mirrors on my fingertips.
I look down to see the truth reflected thousands of times.
A smile rests on my face
Even in the shadows.
Or at least that's what I see in the little blue mirrors.
But none of that matters
Because I know that inside
My little candle
Will always and forever burn bright.
About the Author: LadyMidnight
"There is nothing to writing. All you have to do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." - Ernest Hemmingway