The Fire
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Who am I?
I am made of fire.
There is a burning in my ribs,
licking at my soul.
There is a flame painted black
in my heart.
There is smoke that fills my lungs
and chokes my desire.
There are embers, hauntingly glowing,
behind my eyes.
There are ashes, created from destruction,
between my teeth.
Who am I?
I am strong, made of pain and toil.
I am weak, made of insecurities and worry.
I am lone, I stand solitary.
I am a synecdoche for humanity.
I am a paradox.
Who am I?
When I call out for water
my chest is not red.
When my heart pounds in fear and excitement
my veins are not black.
When I pump my chest in anxiety and blow out
the air is clear.
When I blink back burning tears
my eyes are green.
When I clench my jaw in fury
my teeth are white.
No fire is seen,
the evidence indiscernible.
"There is no fire, you are not burning,
there is no fire, you are not aflame."
Who am I?