Words unspoken, Words unread!

A candle burns....

On the table, there a candle burns,
Its flame, it flickers bright.
It pulls my mind to thoughts of life,
As it warms my winters night.

I start to think of sadness,
Of friendships, love and joy.
The struggle I had growing up,
As a young gay teenage boy.

Insults, beatings, blackened eyes,
a family who didn't care.
The times I needed their support,
They were never ever there.

As I stare into this candlelight,
And its flame unlocks my mind.
I think I'll blow that candle out,
I'm afraid what my thoughts may find....

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