You lit the candle,
A fire called hope.

Melted frozen thoughts,
You set them free,

Their chains you broke,
You gave them their voice,

Their colors you admired.

Blue.
Like the Caribbean ocean.

Red.
Like the blood dripping from a deep cut.

Green.
Representing greatness.

You admired their movement,
Depth.

You stopped.

They were just colors,
Pretty for a while,
Boring after a longer.

You broke away from them.

You took a deep breath.

Without hesitation,
You let the darkness,
Out of your lungs,
Blow the candle out.

And then,
There was no more hope,
Just darkness.