ODE TO FREEDOM

Aug 6

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To all who wished that I were dead,

To those who pressed upon my wounds while I still bled,

To those who scorned me, mocked me, did me wrong,

To those who thought I'd lose my way before too long,

To those who found delight within my grief,

To those who sentenced me to shame beyond relief—

Loyal foes, faceless strangers, faithless friends,

What more could I ask? How less could I care?

Worn down and filthy, broken beyond repair,

Yet here I stand, sovereign –

Like a golden arch rooted deep within the ground,

And the crown of triumph resting on my brow.

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ODE TO THY SHADOW

Everwatchful, everknowing, ever-present, ever-faithful. My Nemesis, my antagonist, my oldest friend, my necessary enemy. Unrelenting, unyielding, all-seeing, all-knowing, guardian of my purity. Heart

FORGED IN FIRE

I learned to love out of fear– the fear of not being loved, of being unwanted, Unworthy, undeserving. Hate was what I discovered when those fears became true; when love became a prize to be earned, o

TRUTH OR DARE

Never fly too high – The wings of intrepidity may be delicate and refined, Carrying the reckless beyond the bounds of mankind, But are always bound to wither and fade When they challenge the jealousy

THE VAULT OF

MYSTERIES

ODE TO FREEDOM

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