A Willful Boy

I’ve got fire in my blood

that doesn’t seem to want to die resilient

I try to quench the hungry coals

But my youth is too strong

My mind alight

My yearning eyes and flesh

I’ve tried to quench

I’ve drowned and drowned to no avail.

I gave up, at one point.

I submitted to quiet life and told myself it’s what I wanted

I shuttered the flame – covered it, alleived the

intensity

but only

superficially.

I’ve since given up giving up

and resolved to restore my youth

which had been willingly

sacrificed

the juggernaut of playful recklessness

beating its fists against the inside of my ribcage

trying with all its might

to remind me that

I’m alive

It is wonderfully volatile

I had forgotten the allure of excitement

of feeling something again

So the fire man burns and beats

sending dangerous exotic enticing signals to my head

Floods me with potential energy

to be dispensed

unrestrained

caution.

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