May 5, 2011
By , Aquebogue, NY
The phone is ringing
But I can't be sure
It's not stuck in my head
As punishment
For the cruelties I've faced
My family with
And still I pace
The confines of my dungeon
I hear a voice
My eyes skirt from theirs
But they persist
Until I open my eyes
And for the first time
I see the candle
It's so bright
Burning me slowly
And yet providing light
I understand
At least for a moment
That this candle is life
And life is beautiful
No matter what.

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