FIRE

from somewhere within

came the fire

the burning desire

and life was passion

so clear

the weight, the oppression

responsiblilty smothered

the flame

sparks flew here and there

but fire lines were built

the fire was contained

but the spark remained

waiting

and as the wind begins to blow

throught the corners of my soul

the fire is fueled

the desire is rekindled

passion

slowly reveals itself through

the fog.