Saturday, March 31, 2012

Fueled By Fire

The engine cranked to life; its slothful gears turned robust, spinning with strength, determination and fire. The fiery fuel of anger powered the pumping pistons, pounding furiously at my chest. Suddenly the weakness of the spiraling sadness subsided, replaced by a burning rage.

Why were his words so destructive, so skilfully sharpened and potently poisoned? His unbridled and untamed horses trampled freely upon my vulnerable heart, already bleeding from battles it had braved through.

But through this I have found a new source of strength: the fuel of fire. By its might I have broken through depression and become more fruitful. Yet I am wary of using it, for its volatility may as well consume my engine in fire.