You can’t put out my flame

Editor’s note: The following is the first poem that Bree Sarandrea ever had published. It was in the Rutland Herald when she was 10.

Look into the flames,

Glowing so brightly.

They make you feel so happy,

Free of all cares and warm inside.

Spread your wings and take flight to the air.

Now free in your mind,

And free in your heart,

Free of all the sadness, 

That was once tearing you apart,

You notice how light,

You can be in your heart.

Then the wind starts to blow…

This feeling tries to break away.

Keep hold of it, my friend,

Don’t let it blow away.

Keep it safe in your heart,

When hard times come through.

Just say to them —

And let them know,

They can try all they want —

But make sure to tell them,

“You can’t put out my flame!”