passion

Passion

It lies in all of us …
… sleeping, waiting.
And though unwanted, unbidden,…
… it will stir, open it’s jaws …
… and howl.

It speaks to us …
… guides us.
Passion rules us all and we obey.
What other choice do we have?

Passion is the source of our finest moments:
… the joy of love, …
… the clarity of hatred …
… and the ecstasy of grief.

It hurts sometimes more than we can bear.
If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace, …
… but we would be hollow:
… empty rooms, shuttered and dank.
Without passion …
We’d be truly dead.