Tinderbox Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

I want to be the fire.
That ignites and burns freely.
Whatever ills avail me
I don't desire to change.
I want to be me.
Less the mask I project
Less the chains that bind,
Less these bars that confine
Or any self-righteous straw man intellect.
I want to be the ignition.
That first firing spark of who I am,
Who am I?
Yes, there's a tinderbox.
Inside of you and me
There's a spark, a star eternal.
As yet, it has not been consumed.
'And this fire, I want to unleash
To one day, devour you.'