I am fire.
     Burning, blazing, uncompromising.
     My flames roil and flicker -
          
          My hands are cold, not to deceive,
          but only because my flames do not always need to be loud.

They are still, they are violent, they are power.

     I
          am power.

My fire -
     my words,
     my dreams,
     my anger,
     my pain,
     my secrets,
     my logic.

It spills in my tears and burns in my chest,
          quiet but raging,
watching and waiting, a hurricane of heat.

And within me - freedom -
    
     I sail my skies, wings ablaze,
     as furious as the Sun.