my hands are cold
and my soul is hot
burning and sputtering
with a passion for others
with a yearning to please all
but sometimes
my soul only flickers
wisps and kisses with weak heat
while other's souls lick my warmth
so i stumble
and i fall
down
but grasp a flame
of another
to aid me in the healing of my soul
but i am drowned
in a shivering ice
and told never to take from an other's soul
for i am just a supplier, and i am not allowed to take what i give
because taking is taking
and my flames wisps, a final breath
i assume i must let it go
for i am a charity and do not deserve to help myself
if taking from others is condemned
why do others take from me?