Fire Bomb

My soul opens and the fires pour in

a huge downdraft rushes 

through my inner core

igniting the embers of my creativity

I roar in combustion

my mind explodes in a burst of flames

which quickly scorches fingertips

and forces me to hurry

This fire bomb of words and feelings

too strong, too powerful 

comes from every direction

pounds me to the ground

I’m suffocating in a fury of words

I can’t write fast enough!

I can’t breathe!

Because, of course, I’ll die

if I can’t get the words down

if I forget anything

if I misinterpret the message

But I don’t die and 

suddenly it’s over

the fires go out

leaving me drained and exhausted

I can breathe again 

and in a few seconds of rest

I relish the emptiness

As my scorched soul quickly heals

I inhale … exhale …

my mind kicks in again

I pick myself up, 

sort through the debris

The editing begins

words forming an article or a poem 

What amazing accomplishment!

Once more, I am filled with a marvelous joy!