And they painted me with their pain.
They poured gasoline all over my bare body,
An anointment of my dedication to their cause
and a show of loyalty to their emotions.
heavy eyes looking away in shame,
as I'm handed the match.
And we all know what happens
when a match is held too long.
Burning brighter and standing taller,
I rise up with revelations and plum hued glitter falling all around my feet.
Dragons don't diminish from the flame.
They consume it.
Wings stretched out,
I paint the skies with magic.
Transcending pain into power.
And share it all with the world,
PURPLE streaks across the skies of light and love.
J.S. JADED SAVIOR
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