The feeling inside me
Was not with me at birth
But instead a gift
From the one who loved me
The most
At ten years old
With a kiss to the cheek
That burned like fire;
A hatred seeped into me
And set me ablaze
In the most painful way its
Smoke billowed out of me
With every breathe I took
While scorching my mouth
On its way out
Until the day
My throat callused over
Leaving me able to breathe
Sweet fire like crisp autumn air
Allowing a dragon
To be reborn
From the scorched pain
Left by its creator
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 10:59 PM UTC
The feeling inside me
Was not with me at birth
But instead a gift
From the one who loved me
The most
At ten years old
With a kiss to the cheek
That burned like fire;
A hatred seeped into me
And set me ablaze
In the most painful way its
Smoke billowed out of me
With every breathe I took
While scorching my mouth
On its way out
Until the day
My throat callused over
Leaving me able to breathe
Sweet fire like crisp autumn air
Allowing a dragon
To be reborn
From the scorched pain
Left by its creator
