Heat
The heat of my heart is a white-hot flame
It bears my values, my views and my name
Embers burn my tongue, refuse to be bound
Smoke billows upwards, lost but not found
My core scorches red but fingers are frozen
Visions to be said but none are chosen
I speak of my life and live by my word
I'm my own barrier, yet to be stirred
This poem is about:
Me