Dancing Flame

candle-newBefore a dancing flame she cries
Alone again, she will survive
Her mane of gold, a shadow now
Of life and living, no longer known

C for cancer, takes its toll
Before a flame, she cries alone
Color fades, shades of grey
Will she face another day?

Regrets abound, framed in sorrow
Thinking of her lost tomorrows
Before a dancing candle flame
A young life lost, herself to blame.

Wrote this a long, long time ago, no idea what inspired it. Maybe when I was trying to quit smoking?