Fine Line

unguarded negativity
easily stifles
awakening creativity

such a fine line
betwixt a blessing
and a curse

contorting one word
twists the meaning

of a verse

I won’t quench the fire
in this belly exercising
frustrated-angry-hate
but I rather seek to be inflamed
by a passion for life innate

oh, the fire in this belly
I comprehend not how it grows
I know not where it came from
nor do I fathom where it goes

yet I discern that it is here
present my whole life long
for I was birthed with a poet’s soul
the fire's gift is its warming flame
such heat has made me strong