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Sometimes when I sit alone
I sit careful of being seen
Careful of doing something wrong
That is where I feel I belong
Belonging in the spotlight
Where everyone can view me
Everyone can criticize me
Everyone can critique me
Everyone can tell me how
Not to be me
Yet even with all those voices
All the words that circle me
I find clarity

Clarity that I am on the right path
The right path that will take me where I belong
I don't know if it will be where I want to go at times
And sometimes the voices are tempting
Tempting to take
Tempting to change myself for them
But even with all the temptation
I find myself

Even when struggling to walk
More or less crawl
I stand
I breathe my own breath
And I march
I march for every living hell I have lived in
For every little bad thing I had to endure
I march onward
To prove to everyone

Who I Am

I am a woman who will not be tested
A woman who shows kindness
And compassion to everyone
But is a killer with a pen and sword
A fiery soul that burn in the night
And able to summon the strength of a dragon

I march to fight for not only myself
But everyone who has been through any pain
Whether it be by a parent or friend or stranger
Everyone deserves the right to stand
The opportunity to march
Wounded and broken
I march for those that can not

I rather break my bones and scar my skin
If it meant that someone else
Did not have to deal with the pain
I would willingly put myself in front of danger
If the one behind me got to live
A dragon's soul is ancient.
And fragile
But it holds a heart of gold in the center
That few can have love them

A heart of gold surrounded by a passionate fire
That will burn those who try to take by force
Only if the dragon allows the first to go down
The cold stone and fire will stay up
Protecting the heart

But even when the dragon cares
No one ever understands the heart
until they hold it
And understand why it is fragile
and cracked
and missing some pieces

But it still beats
And even if thrown on the ground
It does not shatter
The dragon will take it back
And wait until they can find the right one
to hold their r heart
Their soul
Their life

Once you can hold a dragons heart
then you will understand
While few walk on the surface
And why they were hunted
And hide in the darkness
Away from thieves
But still careful
Of those that come near
And the few they hold near
A light that was once gone
Now burned bright once again
Hope and dreams filled the flame
Each one hope for what could come
but soon, the hope stopped filing the fire
and the flame grew weak
smaller and smaller the light became
Until just the embers remain
Now a choice
light it once more
or let the love burn up?
They were created
Each one with a special gift
All different
just like their gifts
Everything seemed perfect
Until the Despair came
A monster born out of the Darkness
Blood red claws and eyes
only glistened with fresh blood
Everyone was slaughtered
The gifts gone forever
But one survived
A little girl who grew into a woman
Her gift use to mock her
but she learned how to share it with everyone
Some hate it
Some love it
but she can't stop it
Her memories of her family play in her head
and remind her
that the gift of Time is all that is left
from the Timelord reign
Last of her kind
she thought
as her gift finally came for her
Time ticks by
Every moment turning into a memory
Some good, some bad
But all the same
Just a moment we can never get back
No matter how much we scream or yell
No matter how much we pound our fists into the ground
Nothing can change that the moments are memories
And nothing more
Laughs and cries
Giggles and tears
All end up the same in the end
Just a thought in someone's head and nothing more
Time is simple with one power
Even though we curse it a lot
And wish it could slow down or even stop
But it just crawls on
Making us realize how slow it is moving
When we finally realise what it has been doing
Simple actions, simple power
Most hate it
Others tolerate it
Few like it
And share thee same feelings as time
Turning moments into memories
Making time stop just enough to change them
Simple moment, simple memory
Simple action, simple power
Moment to memory
And nothing more.
Does the wolf apologize?
Do they apologize for the blood on their fangs
Or for protecting their young
Must they apologize to those who get too close
Do they apologize for being a wolf?
Must they be punished for the actions of others
Must the be tortured by hunters
Will they extinct?
A wolf is loud and strong.
They don't back down to prey.
Even when the hunter is against them
A wolf is alone but beautiful when they run
But every beauty has a dark side
A wolf has fangs and claws
That become ****** when they ****
Yet the respect natures law
Unlike the prey who is ravenous to the woods
The wolf hunts when hungry
But respects the hunter when they hunt
And still gets caught and killed for a sport
Their prey feeds off their bodies like a leach
So, where does that leave the wolf?
Must they be punished for a living?
Must they be held responsible for the hunter?
Must the bow down to the prey to survive?
A wolf is a wolf for a reason
Kind heart when close
A cold-blooded killer, when pushed
Must the wolf apologize
just to survive?
He sits and cries
Tears stream down his face as his voice disappears
They have him once more
The knives and claws punctured his flesh once more
He promised never to return
Sore it on his grave
Yet the sweet taste of the Darkness called him once more
Once more, he fell
Far into the Darkness where no Light can be seen
Once more, the Shadows toy with his sense of feel
Once more, he has grown numb to the pain and agony
Her voice gave him hope
Her smile made him glow
But her sweet kiss is gone
Just like the love she once had for him
He cries silently for her, still
Not knowing her heart is with another
Hope fuels his dreams
But reality steals it away in the morning
When the world comes into view
And he is greeted to the Shadow next to him
The daily pain he swallows
To walk each morning
He will never tell a soul what he feels
The Shadows training completed
Silence takes over his mind and life
His body broken once more
Day by day, he dies little by little
Pretending to the world, he is happy
Pretending to love another
But his heart still sings for the love he lost
When he fell into the Darkness once again
Deep into the Darkness
Never to rise into the light again.
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