A Faint Glimmer of Hope

Like a candle that is slowly losing its light, my hope is like that faint glimmer, slowly fading. I've been trying to protect it, but my protection alone can not stop it from fading. I don't know if its worth protecting, but I do protect it still. Both my hands used to shield it, now, I only have one, the other, is held by another hand, a hand that is ready to pull me away, take me away.

Most of the time, I'd like to remove my hand away, because it is getting tired. I'd like to hold the hand that has been hanging on to my other hand. But still I'd like to protect that faint glimmer of hope, that keeps on shining through eventhough the wind has been blowing hard. If only my someone would hold that tired hand. If only that someone would protect that faint glimmer.. If only..