What's in a cup?

Candleholder, o Candleholder, I am grateful that You lit my wick Candleholder, o Candleholder, You hold me upside down Candleholder, o Candleholder, You are aiming the wax inside the candleholder, the candleholder that stands so stable on the ground the candleholder, the candleholder into which I’m placed, held and found the candleholder, the candleholder is where I’ll stand tall and proud. Candleholder, o Candleholder, I’ll stand secure and shine In your candleholder so divine I’ll stand without Your hand And let people admire Your flame While the wax runs down my frame. 

Sometimes you miss someone in your life that you do not know and did not get a chance to get to know even though you wish you had. I miss someone I hardly know because he did not let me know he was taking a chance. What does it look like to put yourself out there and still look unavailable? What does it feel like to make yourself vulnerable without feeling exposed? What if all the distance does nothing for the heart except to harden it? What if all the silence screams? I am all me. I can be all things to anyone. I enjoy my own company more than others' at times, not because I dislike others but because I understand myself better than others understand me. I believe in myself, and I know one day someone will believe in me as once one had. When now I come into myself, I can only pray that someone will be behind me, reading what I see and helping me with words that fall on my path and I need to decipher if I should pick them up and throw them aside or plant them on the way. Words ...