I have an insatiable fire inside of me,
it burns blue and boils my blood,
hungers for fuel: answers, explanations.
The flames flicker up, licking the edges
of books, lectures, poems- engulfing them whole.
Then they smolder in a state of exhaustion.
The fire is omnipresent, never satiated,
just when I think it is being smothered, it rises
from the ash like an immortal Pheonix.
The fire is a gift and a burden,
which I am not sure I can shoulder.
Still, it burns me from the inside.
Until one day, I fear:
there will be nothing left
©Katie Thompson, 2014