~Changing who I am and thinking more about others~

I almost gave Poetry up
Until my mind open itself to humanity details
Imprinting jewels on the side of my head
Infusing with swan wing thoughts
Dancing inside my laws

I refuse to be light as a feather with soft needles
Poking the imprudent Prince and Princesses
Who swag their way into reality with dust mops

I rather strip away from myself
Settling my being inside a cold sun
To find the lost cries of thorn tipped children
Cradling their bruises between my wings

Kissing away the torment and trauma disorders
Until they dissolve like ashes

I will be the fire burning within their souls
Protecting them from harmful appreciation