...I believe
there has always been
something inside me
some call it hot blood
some call it a burning flame...
the thing inside
that stirs
so deep and won't
die
this prism
beaming to be
It flares and shifts
dancing about
like wolves in thick wood
careful, free
and the more I hide,
the more it burns
itching through my skin.
I want to peel it back
and let it wing
but for some reason
I continue
to keep this coat on...
