Long ago I picked up and carried a torch
It burnt bright, hot. Fueled from within.
Over the years the flame flickered
Sometimes dimming sometimes flaring
Warmth and hope it brought pleasing many
They insisted I carry it. Bound it to my being.
The burden grew heavy, the flame went out.
Still beholdendd to this torch, cold and charred.
Unable to be free take heed:
Careful of the commitments you make out of need.