I wrote this piece for an online poetry class I am currently taking in the second half of my 2018/2019 school year. The topic that I was presented the week that I crafted this piece was a poem containing one consistent metaphor. The idea of using a candle sprung to me one night as I sat and contemplated why something being destroyed was such a beautiful thing. Upon conjuring this startling realization, another equally as startling one followed suit. Life is a series of tragic and unfortunate events that inevitably lead humans to seek out the beauty in such pain. Watching a candle burn slowly is a prime example of this. As wax streams down the sides and the candle nears its demise, it becomes more enjoyable to watch. Humans, as a whole, bask in any warmth and joy that they can find, all whilst knowing that these such pleasures only came to be after many known tragedies occurred.