The Mortality of Fire and Man

A man is akin to fire when his spark of life ignites, vulnerable to the elements and feeble in its strength.

Each participates in life’s struggle engaging in their fights, unknown of just how long is each candle wicks length.

Wax and wane from wind and rain both face hardships galore, then being snuffed out at an unknown time though they left their mark before.

The wax has melted, the wick is gone, as the fuel lasts no more, but each left their marks where they traveled before each with a story that’s stored.

The beauty of seeing mortality, a thing that waxed and waned. Seeing the strength of fighting through each new day.

Memories though that might in recalling be pained, are important to hold close and not keep at bay.

There is power in the warmth of brief memories, the reality in the mortality of fire and man.