"Flashlight"

feathers

How dare you punish me--chastise me--
for my fate--my involuntary notions?
Why punish me? Punish yourself, for you're
the one who instigated this flame.
You were the oxygen--the life,
enough of which to keep me going
for as long as I did.

Damn you for these false implications.
Don't say they were vacant, for I
was not the only one who felt it.
Why must you lie? Are you, too,
afraid of what I might become?
I'm not a curse! Nor an obstruction!
Do not punish me for being a little
early, or perhaps a bit late.

He may be your sun,
but I am the flashlight.
I'll light your way--
be your light--
when has has gone.

For the sake of myself and for you,
do not allow me to be the sand
slipping through your fingers
as you pray on the beach.

Mix me with water;
let me stick to you.

Let me be your crutch, not a limp;
for I will stand forever to hold you up.

If you'll let me.
If you'll let me.

He may be your sun,
but I am the flashlight.
I'll light your way--
be your light--
when he has gone.

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Posted this on the wrong forum earlier. Sorry about that.