It is like a candle wick
with myself being the candle.

It is either lit or unlit
Active or waiting.

When it activates
Everything is warm.

The beating of my chest
The pulsating of my head.

I am unable to rest
impossible to sink into bed.

As the wick burns exponentially higher
I melt increasingly faster.

I am a live fire
Kept strong by the oxygen of laughter.

I burn through my potential power
Until I am ashes of disaster.

When it waits
Everything is cold.

The trembling of my body
The freezing of my stare.

I am nothing but rest
unable to escape the anchor of bed.

I am a frozen fossil
Kept down by the numbing of failure.

As the wick remains dormant
I forget my purpose.

I ice my potential talent
Until I am a dust pile of tragedy.

I cannot control it.
It decides if
Everything is warm or
Everything is cold.