Sincerely

Sincerely Jun 2017

I’m a bird who is outside,
born in captivity,
sheltered.

At least, that is how I feel.
But, what about my mother?
She was once wild and free,
cheerfully singing her songs.

Until one day you came.
You always speak of how you tamed her - saved her.
You clipped her wings,
claiming it will keep her from harm.

Your tongue flicks words off of its tip
like a drink spilled over the table,
the lies drenching the truth;
making them un-comprehendible.

My mother no longer sings her songs,
instead, she doesn’t even speak up to defend herself.
Your voice makes up for the lack of hers.
The room booms with lies.

Sincerely Jun 2017

You Can Breathe Fire

The scales of a dragon, the petals of a rose.
The thorns and the claws,
the breathtaking ability,
the danger in the beauty.
As polar opposite as day and night, a myth and the biased example of reality;
Though both live in harmony.
The petals of a rose often thought of as soft and frail,
but the stem as sharp and pointed as a dragon's scale.
The dragon's scale, as perilous and shielding, but just gorgeous and glorious as the rose.
As polar opposite as day and night,
a myth and the biased example of reality.
Without reality, there would be no myth,
nothing to even comprehend the “what ifs” in life.
Without darkness, there would be no night.
You see my dear,
you, you are as beautiful and delicate as a rose.
But you can breathe fire,
and show this darkened place light, and life.
You are the reality, in a world of myth.

— The End —