The Candle

This started off as a poem, but seemed to lend itself more to a story format. Enjoy :)

"The Candle"

I can see the flicker of a candle burning off in the distance. The light is faint, but I can tell its there and that it is calling to me from what appears to be miles away. As I draw near the light grows no bigger, and I have no way to tell if it is a candle after all. Yet it still produces a sweet aroma, one that allows my nose to catch a whiff that reminds me of home. 

I get a sense though that where I'm heading, well it's not the home I once knew.  It's a new place I'm going to and even though I've never been, I feel a strange calm within. It feels like it's familiar, like I'll know what to do, how to act, and who to be. It feels like I'll recognize the light that is calling to me.

However, this isn't a tale of a journey complete. For I'm still far away from the light, wondering if it is what it seems. But  it's pulling me in and pretty soon I'll know whether to trust it or to run.

I hope I don't run. The existence of the option itself bugs me to no end. For the light promises hope and in spite of all that I possess, all I've sought, bought, wished for, and gained, hope is the one thing I've not been able to obtain. It's always been far out of reach.

Until now. The journey before was dark and it always baffled me because I was never in a tunnel or covering, the light just never came. But its here now and I wont lose it again. I will press on and I will not be overcome.

If all I ever have from this point on, is this one small light to guide my path, then I shall rejoice. I will sing and dance until I cant stand anymore, because this one small flicker is better than what I had before. If this light never grows bigger, never seems to draw near, I shall still walk upright in hope and bow no longer to fear.