There is a fire.
That burns away the layers of dishonesty and dissimulation.
A fire that burns somewhere in my belly, under my ribs, and somewhere deeper, in a place unknown, unseen, that only can exist in the mists of Knowing, beyond the physical plane, yet still within me.
It burns with a great roaring.
It is not the flame that once scorched me, it is not the fire that brings death,
but the fire of Life, naked Truth, Passion.
And it seeks to pour itself into expression,
I will not douse it,
I will not seek to contain it,
I will not even dampen it.
In the end, I welcome it.
I choose to allow it.
I stoke this fire.