I have a candle in my life
His flame doesn’t flicker
Wax doesn’t wear
A warrior with a wick for a weapon
A fighter with a fear for fists.
Self sacrifice – his only service
Prioritising protection over personal preservation
A purpose of prohibiting pain, for others
Only singing a song of selflessness.
My material martyr,
You glow because of what you are made of,
not because others burn you down.
Your flame belongs to you.
Those of whom experience it
are lucky you share it.
ScribblyMind Poetry 