Of Fire and Fight

Some souls burn bright

Passion and fire mix and fight

Twist and turn

Every breath feels like you're gulping air and inhaling water

There is a churning in your heart

Your soul leaps to beat against your ribs,

and each day brings forth a new dream; all dying to be heard above the marching. 

The marching, beating, beating, beating

Beating of drums and sirens wail their songs and pierce your ears. 

Those souls who burn bright, who want to see stars in their eyes and live free.

Those souls who breath life in deeply 

Who drink from a pool of opportunity, 

Those souls

They can never quite hush the rustle of passion within them. 

Those souls never go numb

They feel every excruciating breath. 

This poem is about: 
Our world


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