I Wanted to be a Candle

I wanted to be a candle

Bright with a flame

Lighting up the face

Of the movement.

I wanted to be a candle

Ablaze inbetween fingers

Of a fiery envoy

Of justice.

I wanted to be a candle

Alight all its life

The harbinger of light

In dark times.

I wanted to be a candle

I had felt the fire inside

But when I looked into a mirror

I saw a Matchbox instead.

My small colourful self

Carries not one but several flames

Matchsticks for each occasion

For every injustice in the way.

My fire is contagious

It is the spark before the flame

I am meant to light the candles

I was born to inspire the change.