I don't remember what it's like to have a fire within me
I feel a speck of ember
Not even a spark
I don't even know if I ever let the fire start
But I want it to be wild
Daring
Beautifully destructive yet hauntingly creative
I don't recall ever having that
I only live as the ember
But I am meant to be the fire
I don't mind burning to the ground
Until what remains is nothing but ash
But I wait.
Because within that charcoal grey core
I can't seem to ignore
That speck of ember
From a dying fire
Is this what happened before?
Is that why I can't remember?
Or is it what shall unfold?
Anyways,
It doesn't matter
Just help me start this fire
.tavisha