Fire Inside
I set pen to paper
And sit for awhile
I think for a bit
And look for the fire inside
And the words come
Flowing forth
Sometimes pausing
But mostly not
It does not matter
About what I write
The words come out
Flowing forth
Once, in my youth
I thought that I didn't like
To write, of anything
But then I found the fire inside
And the words came flowing forth
A torrent of thoughts
Endless stream of ideas
Things to write
The fire inside
I cannot say what it is
I feel it burning
It wants out
I've called it many things
A runner straining free
Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
Oh Lady Free, come back for me!
So many things that it could be
I know it not, but it is me
My innermost self
My heart of hearts?
Maybe.
It's fading now
I've poured out all of its words
And it has fallen quiet
This last stanza
Knows no fire
It has gone cold and dead
And now I can rest
But I'll be back
So never fear.
;)
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