Updated: Mar 12, 2022
I can’t stop.
I’m becoming obsessed.
I do that,
focus in
on one thing.
I get lost in it.
I let it take control.
I get out of my own way,
and submit to a craft-
a skill-
a passion.
It’s a fire,
that when it burns,
it burns bright.
I am possessed by it,
and being possessed,
isn’t a good thing.
It feels like a gift,
but also,
a curse.
But tonight,
tonight I choose
to let the fire
rage.
-C.H.
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