Will is an ember that
kindles inside
of the Heart,
like a predators' instict to ****.
It is there,
carved deep
with a blade into our genetics.
It is there,
waiting dormant for
near fatality
to to gently rest his cold,
hands upon our faces.
It is there, when nothing else is.
It is the driving force of living,
It is something that every human being is born with.