The Burning Fire

Dear Self,

Who am I?

They say hold your head high

dont fall in the depths of despiar

but...

its attracting you to the darkness

The force seems too strong

the fear, the hatred, the lost of hopes

life is tough 

And to pretend with that crooked smile

they push you down 

You finally understand

That twinkle in your eyes

you stand 

biting down 

chasing your dreams

searching for the magical keys to life 

in every inch of the world

not missing a corner

wanting the answers 

Who am I?

I am The Burning Fire