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Fire and the Fired

From where do you rise, O fire in my chest,
 Unbidden storm that shatters my rest?
 What fuels your flame, what draws you near?
 Whisper to me, why you appear?

I come from wounds too long ignored,
From justice starved and spirits floored.
I rise when truth is caged in lies,
When silence chokes the rightful cries.

But why so fierce, so quick to flare?
You scorch the tongue, you burn the air.
Is your rage always fit to wield?
Why not wait, why not yield?

Because I am the cry unheard,
The clenched fist behind the word.
I am the heat when patience ends,
The broken trust that will not mend.
I do not choose to be refined
I’m born when peace is undermined.

Yet look at the ruins your tempest brings
Friendships frayed and reckless things.
Of what use, then, are you, if pain
Is all you leave in your red-hot reign?

I am a force, not fate nor law,
A mirror held to every flaw.
When wielded blind, I fracture ties
But channelled clearly, I sharpen eyes.
I move the masses, fuel the fight,
That births a dawn from endless night.

Then tell me this, and tell me true:
How can I master, not be ruled by you?
To feel your fire and not be burned,
To know your path and not be turned?

Name me when I start to rise,
Breathe me out before I disguise.
Don’t let me drive while you are blind
Hold my hand, but lead with mind.
Give me voice, not sword or flame,
And I will serve, not bring you shame.

 

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