Candle
Photo by Jarl Schmidt on Unsplash

I was swept away after the flood.
After the storm that tore down
The solid walls around me.
Interlopers crawled into a
Space that was formerly mine.

The water poured in and carried me
Along the path away from the
Certain towards the new.
I found shelter with strangers
And warmth in the candlelight.

There was a familiar face in the
Chaos, who stayed with me
Through it all. And made sure
That we could walk away to
Live anew.

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