The Fragile Flame

A quiet reflection on hidden pain and fading hope.

The Fragile Flame


Most days I wear a strong disguise,
An armor forged to fool the eyes.
Yet when the night draws silence near,
The aches I hide becomes severe.

Alone, I face the weight I keep,
The buried wounds that start to seep.
Each tremor whispers what I fear,
Emotions rise I cannot clear.

The signs confuse, so hard to trust,
One moment hope, the next it’s dust.
I’ve clung to faith that time would show,
The path where all the pieces go.

But days turn weeks, and weeks to years,
And doubt invades where hope appears.
It fills the cracks where light once stayed,
A fragile flame that starts to fade.