Fire of What Could Be

A fire in my belly

roars and rises and rages

against the walls inside me

If I were still it would devour me

burn me, wrestle me to the ground

where I'd restlessly toss and turn

I'd fight my passion,

trying to extinguish

the uncontrollable flame

the flame that is my dream

my desire

my potential...

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