I stand cloaked in the words
that threaten to envelop me
if I do not give them breath and life
and still I stand
hesitant
unsure of the tempest
that will come
if they are given voice
for though I love the rain,
the storm both frightens and thrills me,
I seek shelter but do not cover my eyes
fascinated
intrigued
terrified
and then the darkness comes
as it always does
and the light is blown out,
it must be saved for others
for another
dark and cold
night
but not for this life
it doesn’t matter
she won’t need it anymore, they say
they don’t realize
the candle won’t be as bright
the next time they seek its glow
one less person to reflect
the radiance
and the tears fall
on the unhallowed ground
and no one grieves anymore
I Might Need A Nap 
Tara this is beautiful. I think I understand but not sure. I love your way with words. Such a gift!
Thank you Miss Sue. Your words and the time you take to read these words is a gift to me. Love and miss you. (I would love to hear what the poem says to you if you have time to email me a line or two.) ❤