Can you run,
Into the fire,
Match it’s intensity,
With your will and desire?
Can you find,
Your inner verve
The light that shines so brightly inside?
Every crazy twist and swerve?
It’s a scary thing to release,
To let go, to let sprout,
A firework can either explode with a bang,
Or spark and fizzle out,
But it’s in there, somewhere
Waiting,
For the moment you decide,
That you deserve more than to hide,
And when you come out and,
Show who you are,
You give yourself a chance,
To go quite far,
–mrprose
