| Ode to Passion: The Fire Inside (LovesLight's Story) |
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| Written By: LovesLight |
| What is fire? Where does it start? That burning desire.. comes only from the heart. The heart? Often worn upon one's sleeve As if it were some trendy fashion? Partially the heart, I do believe.. but true fire comes from the passion. Passion.. Where does it begin? That sultry glow in the dark. Burning fires that rage from within.. often start from the smallest spark. To have passion.. what does it mean? It is praised with much appeal. For that answer, depends on the being, Cause it is something only you can feel. Where does it lead? Outward, over, and beyond the limit. Finish the deed? Never because Dreams become infinite. A combination of passion and dreams, "Why together?" you may ask. One in the same, or so it seems Worn within each other's mask. And so this ode will come to pass, I won't promise guts and glory, Just the tale of an insightful lass, And so begins -my- story. Common enough, my passion began long before I reached the city. I tell you this to help you understand, Please do not offer your pity. A special gift my mother was blessed, A talent deep inside. Those unknowing would become distressed So her visions she would hide. But that fateful day came, The harm of one so innocent. A vision she could not contain, A timid dog would turn violent. The family she tried so hard to warn, A lovable pet, they had no more. They scoffed at her with mocked scorn, What once they loved, they soon would abhor. Sure enough, the dog was ill, A disease which turned it mean. Attacked the child against it's will, As my mother had forseen. An angry mob stormed to the house, Hateful words stung like a switch. Anger raged, a fire noone could douse. That night proclaimed: My mother, The witch. Mother shook her head with anxious denial, My father's eyes filled with hate, Townsfolk gathered, demanding a trial, Father nudged, sent her to a horrid fate. Profanities spewn, stones were cast. My mother began to plead. "Stop it!" I cried, it happened so fast. "It's your fault her words you did not heed!" I fell to my knees in her bed of death, soon to be with the angels above, She spoke to me with her dying breath "The fire's in you, my little light of Love" I stroked her hair at the young age of ten, A trial they said, but it was a lie. Never to see her bright smile again, I cradled her head, as I watched her die. Years had passed, and I went along, Continuing on with my life. Though it was hard, I had to be strong, To redeem my mother's strife. Late one night, Drunk with shame, Father kncked on my door. Lovingly he called out my name, This a sound never heard before. Another voice filled my room, This one was quite clear. "I will not let you succumb to this doom, It's time to go, my dear" I looked out the window and into the wood, For there is where I must hide. I ran away as fast as I could, Her gentle voice my only guide. She lead me to a quaint hide-a-way, "Safe right here, you will be. Promise me you will not stray, For precious you are to me." A spirited cottage, though musty to smell, still seemed cozy and sweet. A wonderous secret my mother kept well, for once it had been her retreat. I lay on the bed, to rest my head, from this tiring scene. With a soft sigh, the last she said: "It's time for you to dream." And so I slept, deep into the night As I said, my story not valiant or bold, I began my venture to this city of Light, My passions yet to be told. Lonely with fear, my thoughts took a pause, Why am I here? I must seek out my cause. Endless choices, so much at stake I sat down with woeful grief, I stared into a tearfilled lake, not knowing what to believe. In came a maiden, hair colored sand Eyes as deep as night, She asked of my sorrows, then gently took my hand, Lead me to the house of Light. She told the story of the stolen soul, painfully tortured and taunted, At that moment, I chose my goal, It's what my mother would have wanted. And so my fire began to burn, with every soul I freed, But that's not it, there's more to learn, just where my path would lead. This job grew big, we needed a hand, So others I would beseech, Though this path I took, they couldn't understand, So I sought the road to teach. This passion of mine, grew over time, Alone I preached with endless diction, Then one day, he stood tall and sublime, I met a man with the same conviction. In love we fell, memories to cherish, Alone I was no longer. Together forever, never to perish, Our beliefs made our love stronger. As it may be, thats my story, But still I am not done, As I said, no guts or glory, But I will leave you this conclusion. The passion that is inside you, The fire that burns beneath, The only thing that will stay true, for it is what you believe. Trials and tribulations, make your life fall apart, These things, only you can amend. Fire....It begins in the Heart, But tis also where it will end. |
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