My Job is to heal,
My Job is to protect,
of all of those I care for,
Catching a bullet,
Taking a blade,
all of it.
Why?
Some people are bound to life,
not knowing it's worth of libing,
Some people are offered another life,
working to set everything they love free.
I know the natures of this world,
if I were to tell you how we come
to be alive, bound in these skins and
for what purposes,
you'd feel to not believe me.
I am here to offer kindness,
I am here to free people I love and will
love from any darkness,
in hopes I will make a good guide one day,
Like Yrlana, my hero.
I save people from their selfishness,
I free them from self hate,
I save people from their own doubts,
I help give them their grace,
I raise people from their own perdition,
I stop them from feeling alone and hold them safe,
I offer my own beat,
my own rhythm,
to those I love,
no matter how much I will fear
for it.
For my lives,
Sophie,
Elaina,
Melannie,
and the rest I've yet to know,
those are my lives,
we are assigned trials to overcome,
we are assigned tasks to undertake,
in hopes one day we and the ones
entwined in our fate,
Can be released to rest,
Can choose the skin we are bound to,
Can create a world without it lessened by hate.
"Helping people, killing things,
The family business."
As put by Sam and Dean Wincester
from Supernatural,
This isn't a family business,
it runs only through me and
my lives,
this threaded desire of mine,
alchemizing fear and suffering and hate
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PoesiaHi we're the Valkyrie System. These are a compilation of events, thoughts, thank yous, and emotions from early life and high school career. Everything is told through poems, unless its letters to someone I used to love. You can believe me, stand wit...