Magic burns underneath my skin
begging to be used
causing an aching that goes bone deep
I know not to use it
I know the pain it can cause
I know the sources
But I don't know of
the thrill of power
the strength that fills the body like blood
Nor do I know what it's like
to not be in fear
of becoming another statistic
One day, maybe, I'll use my magic
and I'll taste courage
and see fear in eyes that aren't mine
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Waves of Words
PoetryI want to spill all my thoughts, and share them with anyone who will listen. It's crowded in here. A collection of my poetry.
