THE MIGHTY FLAME

I sat outside with a lamp in my hand
It was almost night
It was a simple one made of clay
That gave birth to a little light

I don't even know why
But I felt the need to protect that light
Because every time the wind touched it
It would shake and shiver with fright

My hands covered it completely
Leaving just one tiny spot
It was so small and insignificant
Yet the amount of joy it brought!

It burned with it's brightest light
And on it's own it shined
It withstood the mighty wind
With a flame that was one of a kind

But there was a point
When it went out
And the mighty flame died
Not even a cry, not even a shout

I ran back inside
And gave birth to it again
Slowly the flame grew
Like it had faced no pain

It was a dancing flame
It was stronger and it was brighter
And it wouldn't give way to the darkness
Because this little light was a fighter

This lamp taught me many a thing
To always be your own light
And size doesn't matter
As long as you give it all your might

For the world you may be small
Just an insignificant flame
But for some you will make a difference
And they will never forget your name