I am a lit match,
and when I lick fingers,
they throw me away
I can provide warmth,
but all people see
are destructive properties
He will burn it down,
they say, for his kind
cannot shine so bright
Wall me inside, then—
but do not blame me
if I ever reach air.
I can relate so well with this poem. I love it so much! I wish there was a “share” button so I could share it!