Citrine Fire
It’s burning again.
The fire within.
I feel the rush, the adrenaline
The old pain is masked by the roaring of the lion.
The lion in my heart.
The pink and green wheel spins within,
I begin to feel empowered. Connected
Perhaps it is fear...
But what is fear without the fire to move on? Failure
So I let it burn, as I awaken
The fire within.
My citrine fire