Noisy in My Candlelight: A Poem of the Truths of Me

 

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Noisy in My Candlelight

I live my life out loud,
because silence is too dark.
I live my life in doing—
not for fame, not for recognition,
not for adulation or applause,
but because I cannot see myself in the dark.
I cannot breathe in the dark.
I cannot live, or be alive, in the dark.
Not always in the dark.
That is the light, the spark:
I am noisy in my candlelight.

The flicker through the window pane,
that is to remind the world—
and yes, even myself—
that I am still here,
and the candle is still lit.
It still burns.

I am still alive.
And I will live loudly.

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