The Fire Inside
Words. So many words.
I read the literature, I examine the art, I listen to the lyrics.
I soak in the wonders created by others, and I long to join them.
To create something worthy.
A fragile candle waiting to be lit.
Just as it begins to burn, the lid smothers all life;
Chaotic smoke billows, trapped in the glass until it disappears.
I am the capped candle.
Beauty inspires the words in me-
And right before they form into tangible ideas, my mind snaps shut.
All my thoughts are scattered back to the recesses of my soul.
I'll just have to keep trying.
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