Hope, by Yola M. Caecenary

A purple candle lit on the altar. I sat quietly among the people. My past could not accept the tranquillity. It tried to break down my present wall. I fought the battle until tears came down. I closed my eyes, consciously breathing until the piano tunes led me to rise from my seat, and my mouth opened to praise.

I glared at the light of the candle and saw the flame danced vigorously and I found myself gradually smiling. I smiled at something I do not know yet, yet it is there. And it is waiting for me to believe.