Newspapers In Education
Our Fire
By Kayla Symonds
Seventh-grader at Presque Isle Middle School
Hope is the fire on
the tip of a candle,
We try our best
to keep it lit.
We are matches,
we started this fire.
They are firefighters,
they put out our fire.
We are glass,
delicate and breakable.
They are hammers,
smashing through us.
Running around
trying not to lose hope;
the lightness slips away,
and the darkness
takes over.
We are running around
like we are stuck
in a maze.
Oh look!
There’s the end!
Never mind,
it’s just a new beginning.
Is this just another stake
stuck in the ground?
Or will it just be forgotten?
It seems as though
this is a test
given by our creator,
And I feel I have failed.
I feel my struggles are nothing compared to their power.
Are we here to struggle
as they watch?
This test we are given
we can not escape.
We must find why we are here until we can no longer
keep the candle lit.
But is all of this
struggling worth it?
The fire is dancing around on the tip of the candle,
But I know now,
it won’t last very long.
