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My Inferno (poetry)

Updated: Jan 6

I’ve often been told

That I’m intense —

A force born out

of passion.

Passion —

a strong emotion,

gleaming in my work.

In my drawings,

in my hues,

imbedded in

my words.

This is my inferno,

Some approach

and overheat.

Some burn

and back away,

nursing red

and blackened feet.

Others try to

extinguish me.

But there are some,

just some,

who my blaze warms


Then there are those

who also have a fire

burning in their souls.

When we connect

our light grows.

And don’t forget the beings

whose fire has died

who need a spark

to ignite

the kindling inside.

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