I am fire,
I am flame.
I am all of my desires
Built all the same.
My strength is fierce,
My will a pyre
Full of righteousness that no word can devour.
I fight my own battles-
Wage my own wars;
Don't let what rattles
Bite me in scorn.
I've brick for a skin,
Ice for a heart-
Yet even still
I've fallen apart.
My patience runs thin-
Endurance runs low,
My will turns a sin
Begging for snow.
I am still fire,
I am still flame.
But I am a liar
Called by false name.
It burns inside me,
This game that I play;
Deceiving insightfully
Those who I say.
These flames reduce my dreams
Into nothing but ash,
Only deeming me
Too far gone to catch.
So I turn to my will
That's been burned raw by sin,
And let my icy heart kill
Where the scars all begin.
The burning subsides-
A balance has welled.
And now I do not fear being my own shell.

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Emanations Of The Heart
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