My Own Words

You just never know.
Until you experience for yourself.
Then you can't say it.

So many words.

I have my own songs.

I will sing them.

It is this, I must.

I cannot silence.

Fire must burn.

Just as water must wet.

So I must write.

I want calm.
But the inferno rages.

The tempest grows unruly.

That's the worst thing about being on fire.

It takes someone special to touch you.

I need to focus the light into heat.

Having too many focuses diminishes clarity.

Just unsure of what to focus on anymore.

I just don't know.

What do I do with all this power?

Where can I let this go?