Heart

With all my heart        
I breath life into words          
the words into fire          
the fire into creation          
          
but the words are just words          
using allegory and metaphor          
just markings on paper          
that cannot ignite my soul          
           
the fire within me          
lays dormant smoldering          
waiting for a muse          
to spark embers into flame          
           
but why should I need a muse          
to complete my soul          
I cry to heaven          
"please make this half life whole"          
           
Yet words have power          
to tame this internal chaos         
and  spark the fires within me          
igniting my dormant soul          
           
so I raze the foundation          
of my crumbing life          
to find meaning within these rhymes            
and welcome all who enter          
the circle of my new awakening