A Fire

I’ve tried to galvanize my heart,

To electroplate it.

All, in order to

Protect its soft core,

To hide it,

To disguise it.

But every now and then,

Again and again,

It just bursts out,

And I lose control.

But it’s good to let go,

It’s easy to sit back and watch.

Sometimes what comes out I wind

That enkindles the flame of purpose,

And what grows, is a raging fire,

Albeit with direction.

But usually what is let loose,

Is a bunch of firewood,

But what grows is a fire,

That lives only to annihilate.