May 18th

The fire in your soul radiates                                                                  

               under a rugged exterior                                                            

the reins of past fasten                                                                                       

on my fallen angel,                                                                                   

my quiet warrior.                                                                                      

               You bear the mark of Cain                                                                    

Yet you are drenched in soft spoken humanity                                   

for you have seen                                                                                  

how words can be thrown like daggers—                                           

with clenched teeth                                                                                    

you speak true emotion                                                                             

               there is nothing to fear                                                                

yet—                                                                                                              

I feel the churning of your soul                                                                  

the boiling of your blood,                                                                        

               you have conditioned yourself                                                             

trained to become flint—that needs ignition                                        

a spark filled with ambition;                                                                

               There is fire in your soul building                                           

gets the devil squirming—                                                                    

               through the layers of etchings in your skin                               

you burn—                                                                                                             

and you burn with pure humanity.