The Rose Candle

My room smells of smoke

It reminds me of birthday candles

Candles you blow out for a celebration

But it’s just a candle that my mom lit for me

It smells of roses and reminds me of my great-grandma whom I am named after

But this isn’t a happy celebration

The candle was the only thing that seemed to calm my nerves after my day of panic

The warmth

The aroma

The light

But I blew it out and now I have nothing

Nothing to get me through the darkness inside