Flipped Serendipity

The candle falls as my grip loosened;
the flame flickers as the wind rushes
up as gravity drags the light down
where shadows devour all as it dies.

There is a small blister where the wax
hit my hand and made me let go in pain;
still warm and pink as fresh as it was
when consequences of carelessness came.

There’s no cure for not protecting yourself
when it was obvious you would get hurt;
the light may guide you but observe
where it leads lest you end up in burns.