My Spirit, My Soul...

Sometimes a fire burns in my chest, Other times it's cold as ice. Oftentimes it's empty, barren and quiet, There are times when it roars, isn't very nice. Every time it feels as heavy as a stone, This time it says I am not alone. Next time it will be in shadow, All of the time it tells me I am home. Stopped time and I cannot move forward, Out of time and it feels too late. Slipping through time, I grow old and cold, Quitting time and I leave it to fate.