What prisons do we cage ourselves in?
That image we construct as defense from sin.

Must we limit the light we let into our souls?
To protect from the pain and darkness lingering in blackened coals?

The fire should be blazing, the ideals of the man we aspire,
yet it’s deprived of the fuel and choked of air, we retire.

The pulse will fade and the flame will extinguish
Until breath is restored and barriers relinquished.

So take in your surroundings, the world is abounding
with a hearth fed love and affection, a foundation
of fervor that demands attention.