Primal energy courses
so strongly through my veins
Almost like a gang with chains
Calling forth my verses.
Fears
Tears
Fall to the side
In the heat of my need
To express;
No longer suppress
My needs for
….
Anything which
My soul desires.
The fire
The heat
Rises up from my seat
Following the depths of
my sacred column
with an ever increasing volume.
It fills me and presses
Me to rise with it
Or risk being scorched
by the magma of my yearning.
White hot,
The lava flows.
Some burns help me
To learn
A new way
Of being, living, thriving
Alive within the fire.
Burning on,
Burning brightly,
Sometimes just
Burning,
Tiffany
