I had heat some time ago, in my veins and in my soul. I kept waiting  for the opportune time to let it out, to see the spark create. But I waited in vain. I looked for one of flesh and blood to nurture the dreams I couldn’t afford.  I chose to let it burn out before it could ever burn bright.  I covered, I hid,
I was afraid of my own strength, didn’t recognize my voice.  Edit. Cut. Tear. Erase.  Time was squandered on the waste .