I’ve often been told
That I’m intense —
A force born out
of passion.
Passion —
a strong emotion,
gleaming in my work.
In my drawings,
in my hues,
imbedded in
my words.
This is my inferno,
Some approach
and overheat.
Some burn
and back away,
nursing red
and blackened feet.
Others try to
extinguish me.
But there are some,
just some,
who my blaze warms
pleasantly.
Then there are those
who also have a fire
burning in their souls.
When we connect
our light grows.
And don’t forget the beings
whose fire has died
who need a spark
to ignite
the kindling inside.
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