As I sit here in my silent recollection
I remember what it was like before.
Before danger waiting at
Every turn
Swallowed up my days of childlike play.
As I make the decisions that indeed could
Destroy everything sweet and good that still
Inhabits my world.
And yet, a light still burns.
A flickering candle,
If you will.
It blazes on
Threatening to withdraw its flame
With each life-or-death decision
I must make.
But it is always there.
One flickering candle
Blowing in and out
With the wind.