Les passions

It begins with a flame. 
That could either vanish.
Or grow to become a fire. 
Oh soul. 

Whatever it becomes
Vanished or incendiary 
There will always leave a mark. 
A scar
A reminder you felt it. 

I question myself. 
What is the point of battling against it?
I have no control over it.
The more you fight it. 
The harder it gets. 

I feel anger. 
I feel warmth. 
I feel hope. 
I feel fear. 
I feel hate. 
I feel love. 
I feel.....

And I wonder while wandering
I'm not good with poetry
The same way I'm not good with feeling
I am emotions
I feel
I am human. 

I used to fear 
The feelings living within me
It was consuming me
It was consuming who I am and my soul

I no longer avoid 
I have lived in this darkness
I almost drown 
But then the flame....the heat brought me back
And I embraced it.

But 
I always questioned 

Are feelings part of a punishment given by the deities?
Why are we being punished?
Why are some of us naturally warmth and become cold?
Is it a curse as well?

The curse of les passions. 
La maldicion de los sentimienti. 

If it is I embrace it. 
I embrace my curse. 
I am not longer afraid.
I am a passionate person. 
I am not crazy, although I wish I was.
So I wouldn't care much. 
Is a constant battle...
But it is not a battle anymore when you enjoy to play. 
And if the deities gave me this game
I shall be a great player. 

I'm not entitled to win, neither to loose. 
What am I entitled to?
Feel. 

I am not afraid. 

I will never know the nothingness of feelings. 

I am aware of who I am. 

I am.