She saw the candle start flickering
Spluttering and spitting a little
Bright orange wick-end
Sending spirally tendrils of dark smoke to signal
Its imminent extinction
Quite an analogy, she thought
Her snuffer in hand
Endings always mean new beginnings, right?
It’s not even an actual flame now
So why was she wavering?
She was that candle
Used - at their convenience
Whenever they wanted
An agreeable warm reliable glow
Implacable in the background
She was the light
But only when they let her - when they lit her
Her calming essence soothed and calmed the surrounding chaos
But face it, she was mostly there just for show
To the side, seen but not heard
Pffft.
A final farty splutter and it was out
In a cooling pool of wax
It had it’s days of admiration and appreciation
Today marks it’s use-by date
Yeah, it’s quite the analogy, she thought.
Out.
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