Fire

This started as a poem...went into a sort of something else in the middle, so just take it as flow of thoughts that rhyme here n there and not finished.

I've had this with me. This self expressing fire. It's burned nothing but inside me. Proving useless to inspire. Creations taking shape, vibrant forms illuminate. I've but weakly entertained their completion. I can't finish...I can't finish. I went searching people. Hoping they had it. Had what I needed to feed what's been famished. No one could explain. They couldn't refrain from taking me back to the beginning. Step one. Thoughts fresh. So here I've been.  Sketching it out, shading it in. Will you fill me with color? Will you make it permanent? I've ended up on display for you. Completely in need. Internally. Your the one. My manifestation of connection. A reflection of feelings. An acquired love. Not suddenly. Slowly. And it's a craving. A pursuing. A viewing of what's come to be. Will you make a contribution? The solution is forthcoming. The action is but a motion away. Devotion fleeting, running. It's stunning how nothing stays....